Forty-three days.
“So the content isn’t tampered. The error isn’t about the document being altered. The error is purely about the certificate’s validity window. Foxit is doing its job. But here’s the part you won’t like: when I re-signed it, I compared the old signature’s hash to the new one. They’re different, obviously. But the old hash matches a known pattern. Arthur, these certificates aren’t fake. They’re real. They were issued by our own internal CA. Someone in this company—someone with authority—created these certificates in 1987, 2003, 2009… and then used them to sign documents that didn’t exist until last week.” the certificate has exceeded the time of validity foxit
Arthur opened the archive. He searched for “Gerald Fox” as the signer. 12,404 documents appeared. Every single one had a certificate that had expired between 1987 and 2010. Every single one now, thanks to whatever he had just triggered, displayed a green checkmark in Foxit. Forty-three days
Arthur stared at the crimson banner. The certificate has exceeded the time of validity. The error is purely about the certificate’s validity
Arthur knew that room. It was a climate-controlled closet on the sub-basement level, locked with a biometric seal that only three people in the company could open: the current IT director, the COO, and the chief legal officer. Arthur was not one of them.