My Bestie Reported My Fake Degree, But My Real Identity Terrified Her Chapter 06

My Bestie Reported My Fake Degree, But My Real Identity Terrified Her Chapter 06

“It was a sales call.”

“It was a sales call? Your expression just now didn’t look like you were taking a sales call.”

“Gemma, you’re my acting head of Administrative Operations, not my guardian.”

She froze for a moment.

Then she smiled.

“I’m just worried about you.”

She turned and walked back into the conference room.

After two steps, she looked back once more.

I stood in the hallway, my phone screen already dark.

Next Thursday.

Seven days from now.

Gemma didn’t know what

t that call meant. The director didn’t know. No one in this building knew.

But they would know soon.

From the large conference room at the end of the hall came the noise of people leaving.

Some were laughing. Some were chatting.

thee the

Gemma’s voice slipped through the crack in the door. She was saying something to the director.

“Sir, should we start preparing for the Annual Technology Summit at headquarters?”

“Yes. The formal notice will go out next week.”

“Then shouldn’t the materials for those classified projects Lynn has been handling be turned over as soon as possible? What if…”

“Not yet. We’ll wait until the investigation results come out.”

“Of course. I’ll follow your lead.”

Her voice was soft and obedient.

She didn’t know that actions came with consequences.

And consequences like this often came quickly.

“What do you mean, insufficient access? I’ve been working on this project for eight months. Why can’t I suddenly open the underlying code repository?”

Gemma’s voice carried from the core workstation area all the way to the aisle, loud enough to be heard from

half a floor away.

At nine fifteen on Monday morning, she discovered that she could no longer access the project’s core file

repository.

Kyle from IT came over and checked for a long time.

“Gemma, this isn’t controlled by our internal access system.”

“Then what is controlling it?”

“I’m not sure either. The access authorization chain for this repository points to an external node. It isn’t on our company servers.”

“What external node?”

“The ID is encrypted. I can’t decrypt it.”

Gemma’s pearl earrings trembled slightly under the fluorescent lights.

She lowered her voice. “When Lynn was here before, this repository worked normally, didn’t it?”

“Yes. Lv

could access it directly with her account.

И

“And after she was suspended?”

“As soon as her account was frozen, the access channel to this repository shut down automatically.”

Gemma was silent for a few seconds.

“Find a way around it.”

“Gemma, there’s no way around it. We didn’t deploy this authorization mechanism, and I’ve never seen this protocol layer before.”

She didn’t say anything else.

She picked up her phone and went outside to make a call. Her voice could no longer be heard.

At noon, while I was eating in the company cafeteria, Mia walked over with her tray.

She stood across from me for two seconds.

Then she sat down.

It was the first time she had sat across from me in half a month.

“Lynn, let me ask you something. Don’t get mad.”

“Ask.”

“Who exactly are you?”

I kept eating my lunch without answering.

“Gemma has been losing her mind these past two days. The underlying code repositories for several projects won’t open, and IT can’t figure out why. After you left, the channels to those repositories went dead. She

made IT try for three days, and every path was a dead end.”

“Did you come here just to tell me that?”

Mia picked up a bite of food with her fork but didn’t eat it.

“There’s one more thing. This morning, corporate sent out a notice. The Annual Technology Summit is scheduled for next Thursday at headquarters. Gemma signed up to give a project presentation, and the

director approved it.”

“And?”

“Then the Corporate Secretary’s Office replied with an email saying that one classified project requires the

core R&D lead

s personal signature before it can enter the release process. The director doesn’t know about

that project, and neither does Gemma.”

“How do you know that?”