Chapter 22"I recorded our conversation, because Mr. Arbert asked me to. I didn't give it to him," he explained, his words emphasizing the discreet nature of the evidence. Realizing the potential value of the flash drive, I quickly accepted it from his hand, grateful for the additional leverage it could provide. "Thanks, this will go a long way," I says, appreciating the evidence we now possessed. "Let's meet up later. Today is Friday. We can go have some fun at the club to clear our heads," I suggested, hoping to provide a temporary escape from the intensity of our situation. He nodded in agreement, a hint of relief in his expression. "That's a good idea," he responded.As we stepped inside the engineering office, the bustling atmosphere engulfed us. The sound of chatter and the faint hum of computers filled the air. The office space was abuzz with activity, with engineers hunched over their desks, engrossed in their work. I glanced over at Mike, who seemed lost in thought, his gaz
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