Asleep at Home
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“There,” she said firmly, pointing at the timestamps. One entry at 6:13 a.m., another at 2:41 a.m. “I was asleep at home,” Frank insisted, his voice shaking.
But no one else had his keycard. The assistant principal leaned back, skeptical. “Either someone cloned your access,” she said, “or it’s you.” Frank swallowed hard. How could he prove otherwise?
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