I was working extra at the International Institute of Industrial Environmental Economics, where my mum was running a programme. It had turned out that the leadership had become corrupt and with the help of what might have been Marie Stenlund we were able to secure evidence on an SD memory card.
I had the challenging task of convincing a colleague working there that I needed to access my files on her desktop (I didn't have a personal one since I worked part time). She agreed and I inserted the SD card to upload the files and keep them secure in a separate location for my mum to share. Marie had named the card "ASSASSSIN", which didn't help my case. I tried explaining that it was from when I was working with the Assassin's Creed: Valhalla video game and while the woman I was borrowing a workspace from seemed to buy that bit, she must have recognised the files being copied.
I got back to my mum and she was fuming. The plot to reveal the nasty secrets had been discovered, she'd been let go and the programme they were running had been put down to a mere symbol of what it used to be. I realised that I still had the memory card in my pocket.
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