“Actually, Silvia,” Leo said, smiling for the first time in years. “I think I’ll stop scrubbing. And start digging.”

The watch pulsed. "Her phone is recording. She intends to frame you. Option: Expose data to all employees via building PA system. Confirm?"

That night, he confronted his boss, a woman named Silvia who always wore a knowing smile. The watch displayed her bio: Silvia Vane. CFO. Hidden assets: $11M. Current threat level to Leo: Extreme.

Leo strapped it on. The moment the watch booted up, a synthetic, calm voice whispered directly into his inner ear via bone conduction. "Calibration complete. Welcome, Leo. Your current heart rate is 82. Your stress levels are elevated. And your neighbor, Mrs. Gable, is lying about her dog’s allergies."

Leo’s thumb hovered over the watch face. He thought of his gray life, his cracked phone, his invisible existence. Then he thought of the one thing the watch hadn't calculated: his sense of decency.

Leo froze. He wasn't a janitor. He was a patsy. Someone had been routing stolen funds through the very garbage he was paid to delete.