The Miracle Continues
Four months in Records and Archives taught me that a company can make you disappear without ever firing you. My days were spent logging box numbers into a database nobody read, in a room with no windows and a hum of fluorescent lights that never quite turned off, even at night when I stayed late just to avoid the empty apartment.
I watched the quarterly town hall from a laptop propped on a filing cabinet, because even exiled employees got the link.
"Thirty-one percent growth, three quarters running," Loretta Sung announced from the stage, the CEO's voice bright and sure. "I want to personally recognize Trent Okoro and the Growth Team for what I am comfortable calling the best sustained performance this company has seen in a decade."
Trent walked out to applause, a little stunned-looking, like even he wasn't sure how he'd pulled it off three quarters running. They announced his promotion to VP on the spot. Champagne appeared from somewhere. I watched it from B2, alone, and closed the laptop before the toast finished.
Felix found me an hour later, sliding into the room with the careful look of someone checking nobody had followed him down.
"You saw it," he said.
"I saw it."
"Naomi—" He lowered his voice even though we were the only two people in the room. "There's something coming. The bank's requiring a full external audit before they'll close the refinancing. Not the usual rubber-stamp thing. A real one."
My chest did something complicated. "When?"
"Started already. Some firm out of Chicago. Woman named Delphine Ncube is leading it — she's the one who took down that logistics company two years ago, the one that was all over the news."
I remembered the headlines. Ncube didn't have a reputation for missing things.
"They're pulling historical files," Felix said. "Q1 and Q2 from last year specifically. Records requests came through this morning — for the box numbers, Naomi. Your box numbers. The ones you've been cataloguing for four months."
I looked at the shelf behind me, rows of banker's boxes I'd personally logged without ever opening, without ever imagining what might actually be inside them.
"She asked for those exact quarters," I said slowly. "By name?"
Felix nodded, and for the first time in four months, I felt something that wasn't quite dread and wasn't quite hope, sitting right in the same place in my chest.