The Sixty-Minute Sentence

"You have exactly sixty minutes to produce the original source code, or you'll be escorted from this building in handcuffs for corporate espionage." Arthur threw the words onto Lily’s desk like a cold blade, leaving a suffocating silence in the open-plan office as he retreated. It was noon; the harsh sunlight filtered through the glass partitions, exposing the slight tremor in her chin. She hadn't stolen a thing, but the 'Omega' code—six months of her life's work—had vanished from the central server at dawn, and her digital signature was the only one on the final access log. Her colleagues' e...