"I would never—"
"I didn't ask if you would. I asked if you could."
"Technically, yes."
Maya pulled out another paper. "This is a printout of key card data from October 15th. Can you explain why my father's card was used in the third-floor secure room at 11:33 p.m. and simultaneously in the basement storage area?"
Hutchinson paled. "That must be a system error."
"A system error that coincidentally makes my father look guilty. How many other errors were there that night?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" Maya's voice rose slightly. "You're the security supervisor. Isn't it your job to know?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Let's talk about the video corruption. You said multiple cameras failed."
"Yes."
"Which ones specifically?"
"The ones covering the secure filing area."
"Only those? Not the lobby cameras? Not the parking garage?"
"No, just the secure area."
Maya smiled coldly. "So, in a building with 47 security cameras, only the five that would have shown who really accessed those files mysteriously corrupted. That's a very selective malfunction, wouldn't you say?"
Crawford objected again. "Argumentative!"