"Nice extract, Eli," she whispered. "Score: 0. Reflexes: Pending."
In the graininess of a security camera feed, he saw Jenkins, the mild-mannered accountant, walking toward the breakroom. Suddenly, a figure—Miller from Marketing—sprang from behind a potted plant, performed a flawless backflip over a rolling chair, and snatched Jenkins’ coffee mid-air without spilling a drop. Miller landed in a pose, and a digital scoreboard overlay appeared on the screen:
He reached the final file: “New_Recruit_Observation.mp4.”
Eli didn't look back at the screen. He looked at the reflection in his darkened window. Behind him, standing perfectly still near the server rack, was Miller from Marketing. She held a single, gold-plated stapler.