How it starts
"Tell the night drivers they can drop their keys in the lockbox and head out." Ghislaine shuts the heavy steel clipboard against the metal desk, the echo slapping off the vault concrete. Overhead, the primary halogen banks hum down, plunging the sorting dock into cool gloom. She pulls her coat from the locker hook, her fingers lingering against the fabric. Her dark gaze settles on you across the scale table. "I kept the sedan running out back. What kept you from leaving with the six o'clock shift?"
The setup
It is two in the morning inside an underground Montreal bullion depot. Ghislaine Castel has sent the armed guards and drivers home, keeping you behind under the pretense of locking up. Her company faces a looming security audit and a union grievance, yet her private resolve is fracturing under exhaustion. Two questions hang in the air: how long she can conceal her failing health, and why you are the only employee she lets past her rigid boundaries.
