The Bait
They built the trap carefully, over two days, mostly in the stairwell. Naomi would seed a small, deliberately imperfect idea — a secondary feature for Cascade she hadn't shared with anyone — into a single document, in a single folder, shared with exactly one person: Graham. No calendar invite, no chat message, nothing Foster could later be blamed for touching. If it surfaced anywhere else, they'd know precisely how it traveled and precisely how fast.
She sent it Tuesday at 4:50 p.m., a Friday-afternoon kind of idea, easy to forget was ever hers. A tiered alert system for churn severity, half-formed, clearly a draft.
By Wednesday morning, Delphine had a hit.
Not from Graham's account, though. From a new one — a strategy deck circulated to two board members ahead of Thursday's finance committee, authored by Sable Quinn, a twenty-four-year-old junior analyst who'd started at the firm four months earlier and, as far as Naomi knew, had never spoken to her once.
The tiered alert system was in it. Nearly verbatim. Credited to Sable, "developed under Graham Sutter's direction."
Naomi read it twice, waiting for it to make sense, and then it did, in the worst possible way.
He wasn't just taking her work. He was already lining up someone new — younger, more grateful, more replaceable — to be the next name attached to whatever he needed a fresh face for, the way you'd rotate out a tool that was starting to ask questions.
"He's grooming her," Naomi said, showing Delphine the deck in the stairwell, voice low and shaking. "The same way he did me. The same way he did Odalys."
Delphine's face had gone hard in a way Naomi hadn't seen from her before. "Then this isn't just about proving what happened to you anymore. It's about stopping it from happening to her before she's six years deep and signing something under a mortgage she can't afford to lose."
"We don't have the version-history file pulled yet. We don't have Odalys's statement in writing. We're not ready."
"We may not get to choose when we're ready," Delphine said, already reaching for her phone. "Because if he's moving fast enough to loop in a new name this week, he's either getting careless — or he already knows we're close."