Betrayal on a USB Drive

I always admired Ethan’s ambition. We had been dating for six months, and even though

we both worked in high-level tech, we promised to keep our professional lives separate to

avoid any conflict. Last night, I grabbed a stray USB drive from our kitchen counter,

thinking it was the one I used for my morning presentation. When I plugged it in,

I didn’t find my notes. I found a folder containing the exact blueprints my company

had been developing in secret for a year. My heart dropped when I saw the digital

signature on the files. The files weren't just stolen; they were being prepared

for a pitch to our biggest competitor. Ethan wasn't just an engineer at a different firm.