Miss Mika looked down at the mouse on her office desk, her gaze narrowing. A faint smudge glinted under the reflection of the light. She reached for her handkerchief and gently wiped the surface. Fingerprints.
Her brows furrowed. Why would Sasha use it? she thought, her hand halting midair. She hadn't noticed anything missing or moved out of place. Out of curiosity, she inspected the PC thoroughly, checking for tampered files or recent activity. Nothing stood out no new folders, no recently edited documents. Just the same clean, sterile system as always.
Puzzled, Mika leaned back slightly, her lips tightening as she pondered. A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned. Standing by the door was Madam Sherly. Miss Mika straightened and walked over. "You need anything?" she asked with her usual composed tone.
