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Chapter 60: The Name You Mustn’t Search

Chapter 60: The Name You Mustn’t Search

Soon, a low buzz of conversation spread across the room.

"I got promoted to Senior Manager!" one employee whispered excitedly. "What about you?"

"No, I’m in the same position. But congratulations!" another replied.

"I even get a transportation allowance now!"

"That’s awesome! My salary increased too... but what’s with this confidentiality agreement?"

A small group gathered to discuss it.

"I heard about this," someone said confidently. "My cousin works at Heimdall. They all have to sign strict confidentiality agreements."

"What’s your agreement value?" another asked.

"One million pounds," he replied, grinning.

"What? Mine’s five million! But we’re at the same level in the company!"

"Maybe it’s because you work in Finance. Higher risk of sensitive information leaking."

Across the room, another employee raised his hand to call a lawyer over.

"Excuse me," he said. "Some of us are confused. Why do people in the same role have different confidentiality penalties?"

The lawyer smiled professionally. "Thank you for your question. Please be patient. After everyone has received their documents, we’ll provide a general briefing and answer all your queries."

Within fifteen minutes, everyone had received their folders.

At the podium, Ava cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention.

"First of all, congratulations to those who have been promoted," she said warmly. "I hope everyone is satisfied with their updated salaries and benefits. Please remember, Heimdall offers some of the highest employee benefits in the Kingdom."

"But," she continued, her tone turning serious, "these benefits come with responsibilities. Your work will now be judged by Heimdall’s strict standards. Mediocrity will not be tolerated."

She pointed toward the contracts.

"As you can see, you must sign a confidentiality agreement. Heimdall values secrecy. Every employee, from top executives to janitors, must protect company information. You are prohibited from discussing your work, even with your colleagues, unless necessary."

The employees listened in stunned silence.

"Our Chairman, Miss Raynor, dislikes publicity. Do not discuss her outside this office. Do not post anything about her on social media. If you do..." she smiled coldly, "we will know. We are an IT conglomerate, after all. Tracking digital footprints is easier for us than it is for government security agencies."

"As for the different penalty amounts in your agreements," she continued, "they are based on your roles and the sensitivity of the information you will handle. The amount represents the penalty you must pay if you breach confidentiality. You don’t have to worry if you can maintain your side of the duties."

"If you have doubts or questions, our lawyers are here to assist you. Take your time. Make sure you understand everything before signing."

With a final nod, Ava left the podium and returned to her seat, chatting casually with the directors.

The employees buzzed among themselves, some nervously flipping through their contracts, others confidently asking questions to the lawyers.

Nearly half an hour later, all the contracts were signed. The lawyers carefully collected the documents and handed them over to Ava.

Satisfied, Ava and the directors stood up and left the room. The two guards, who had been stationed at the doors, followed them out.

As soon as the guards disappeared, one employee leaned toward another and whispered, "Did you notice? The guards didn’t leave until everyone signed. If anyone refused, I bet they had other documents ready... before throwing them out."

"I thought the same," his friend whispered back.

They chuckled quietly.

Then, remembering something, one of them said, "I saw Mr. Hendriks leave earlier. Let’s ask him."

They approached Daan, who was quietly sitting at a corner table.

"Mr. Hendriks," one of them asked, "why did you leave earlier? Is everything alright?"

Daan looked up, his face neutral. "Nothing serious. I had a minor encounter with the Chairman at a shopping mall a few days ago. I didn’t know she was our boss at the time. I just wanted to apologize in person."

He shrugged slightly. "She didn’t even remember me. She said my personal life didn’t matter to her, only my performance at work."

The employee nodded thoughtfully.

"And the guards?" he pressed.

"They wouldn’t let me pass without Miss Martin’s permission," Daan explained. "But when she saw me talking to them, she ordered them to let me through. That’s all."

Satisfied, the man turned to his friend and grinned. "See? We guessed it right."

At that moment, someone nearby let out a loud, frustrated curse.

"Fuck!"

All eyes immediately turned towards the sound. It was rare, almost unheard of... to hear someone curse so loudly in such a formal and official gathering.

"What happened?" someone nearby asked, frowning in concern.

The man who had cursed was Ruben Vermeulen, one of the coordinators of the data center management team. Ruben was well known for his amiable personality and innocent, almost boyish face. Seeing someone like him lose composure and curse so loudly piqued everyone’s curiosity.

Ruben ran a hand through his hair, his face still pale. "I just searched our chairman’s name on Google... My phone went black and is restarting on its own."

The entire room fell into a stunned silence. A heavy tension gripped the air, as if everyone was waiting for something more to happen. After a few moments, someone tentatively asked, "Are you sure your phone restarted just because you searched her name?"

"Yes!" Ruben nodded vigorously. "I didn’t do anything else. I just typed her name and hit search. And my phone is barely a month old!"

As if to confirm, Ruben’s phone finally finished restarting. With visible relief, he checked it carefully, letting out a breath. "Okay, my phone’s fine. Thank God. No data lost." His voice still shook slightly.

Another man nearby held up his own phone and said confidently, "I also searched for her. Google’s working perfectly on mine."

"What did you find?" another curious voice asked.

"Nothing suspicious. The first page just shows random Eleanors... none of them her. Checked the second page too, still nothing."

After a few more moments of scrolling, he declared loudly, "I’m on the tenth page. Still nothing about her."

Someone asked, "Wait... what exactly did you search for?"

He replied, "Eleanor."

All heads turned toward Ruben again. "And what did you search?" someone asked him.

Ruben’s expression darkened. "I searched ’Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor.’ The full name."

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