"You found the Drive. You've been logging fares into the Night Shift Logs —don't deny it. I saw the edit history. Your anonymous llama avatar gave you away." The man leaned forward. "The Merge isn't about files. It's about transferring the entire ghost fleet into a new platform. Google Drive is shutting down our shared drives next month. They’re migrating to a new permission structure. We have seventy-two hours to move 147 drivers, 12,000 trip logs, and three years of off-the-books accounting into a hidden Team Drive."

Mario’s hands tightened on the wheel. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

He thought of Leo, the desperate coder. He thought of the woman in the red coat, the VIP client list, the fake roadblocks. He thought of twenty-two years of honest, lonely work—suddenly tangled in a cloud-based conspiracy.