The cleaning lady that doesn’t speak. She moves quietly in and out of offices with her head low in deference. No one notices her. Interesting job for someone with a PhD in computer science.

It’s late and as usual, the CFO left his door open and laptop logged on and unlocked. She smiled, “people are so trusting,” she thought.

She ran her hand across the back of his leather chair. Nice. Sitting down, she swiveled to look at the screen. Hands poised above the keyboard she paused to listen; silence. It’s time to begin.