The phone screen was lit up, showing an ultimatum from the tutor.
"Rose, please submit an application for leaving the camp yourself tomorrow. It will be better for everyone."
I dragged my suitcase and walked on the empty street.
The wheels rolled through the gaps between the tiles, making a clattering sound.
The whole world has abandoned me.
Just when I felt I was about to be swallowed by despair, I caught a glimpse of a bus stop advertising light box on the side of the road.
"Legal aid, protect your rights."
etc.
A thought shot through my brain like an electric current.
My minor in college was accounting.
I personally recorded every financial account of the summer camp.
I have a habit of backing up important files.
I immediately turned around and rushed into the cheapest Internet cafe on the street.
The receptionist looked at me as if I were a lunatic who had run away from home.
I don't care.
Turn on the computer and insert the USB drive I carry with me.
A folder named "Public Treasury-Confidential Backup" lay there quietly.
I clicked it.
