The Corner Office
The Quiet Transfer

Lateral Move

Warrick Doyle from HR had the kind of smile that had been trained rather than felt. He slid a single sheet of paper across the desk before I'd even sat down.

"We're calling it a lateral transfer," he said. "Effective today. Records and Archives — it's a critical function, Naomi, more than people realize. And frankly, given the reorganization on the finance floor, it's a great opportunity to broaden your—"

"What reorganization?"

"There's always a reorganization somewhere." He kept smiling. "Your badge access to Finance Level 6 will be updated by end of day. Records is on B2."

B2. The basement.

"This is about the memo," I said.

"This is about organizational needs." He slid a second sheet toward me — an NDA amendment, standard, he said, for anyone touching archived financial data. "Sign here, and payroll will process the transfer without any gap."

I signed it. What else was there to do — refuse and hand them a reason to fire me outright instead of quietly burying me? At least buried, I still had a badge. I still had eyes.

By the time I got back to my desk to collect my things, my access to the shared finance drive had already been cut. I couldn't open my email archive. I couldn't pull up the Growth Team workbook one last time to save a copy for myself.

I did have one thing, though — a small external drive in my bottom drawer, the one I used for backing up personal files during slow afternoons. Weeks ago, bored, I'd copied a folder of "interesting reconciliation examples" onto it for a training presentation I never gave. The Adjusted tab was in that folder. I hadn't even remembered it was there until my hand closed around the drive, cold and small, like the only proof I had left that I hadn't imagined the whole thing.

I slipped it into my coat pocket before Warrick's assistant arrived to walk me down to B2, like an escort making sure I found my new floor and didn't wander back to my old one.

The shared drive folder where I'd first found the Adjusted tab, I noticed later that night when I finally got network access again from B2's ancient terminal — it was gone. Not moved. Deleted. As if it had never existed at all.

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