“Work for? I work for you! For the cleaning company!” Luis was trembling, holding his hands up as if she were holding a gun. “I swear to God, I know nothing. She… she is especial. She sees things. Numbers, puzzles. On the bus, the advertisements. Here, the… the computers.”

Two broad-shouldered security guards, led by the department head, Harris, burst into the room, their hands on their belts. Harris was a man who enjoyed his authority, and he looked at the janitor with immediate disdain.

“Ms. Vance? Is there a problem?” Harris asked, his eyes cataloging the scene: the powerful CEO, the terrified janitor, the small girl defacing the wall.

“This man,” Anna said, pointing at Luis, “is to be detained. His daughter has written proprietary code on my wall. This is corporate espionage.”

“Espionage?” Luis’s voice cracked. “No! It’s a mistake! Maya, ven, baby, come here!”