How to expose a corrupt organization(not as simple as it sounds).

First off, it is necessary to embed yourself in the company; make sure that you keep track of the sickly things that you may do in this that you may do in this phase, ensuring that you can undo them at a later time.

Secondly, after trust is secured, you should have been promoted to a more…sinister role in the company (if not return to step one), making sure to gather evidence of all unscrupulous functions, such as audio or visual recordings, photographs, or any kind of digital file.

For the third and final stage, make sure to be dressed snappily and with a up-to-snuff playlist on your IPod.

at this point of the scheme, law enforcement and paparazzi should be awaiting your signal outside, stroll (the stroll is absolutely necessary, you should probably practice ahead of time) your way into the boss’s office, and present all evidence (you should have quite a bit) then, record his confession, and play it through the giant speakers outside(the If no confession is given, simply play one of the audio files from stage two). Launch the fireworks (or any other pizzazzy special effects you happen to have on hand ) signaling the awaiting crowd outdoors, and enjoy victory.

Before we get started, it is important that you know I never intended this to be a one woman show. I was a scrawny 20-something with a skill for coding, and a passing interest in communism. As in, I had read Karl Marx when I was 16 to impress a boy and owned a Che Guevara hoodie in college. That was about it. But, I had heard some pretty shit things about AdonisCo, and, despite all my better judgement, there wasn't much of a variety of choice on the job market for someone with a shitty undergrad degree like me.

My friend, Kaitlyn Snow, the proper guns blazing ANTIFA freak with pink hair and pierced everything, was livid. The only reason I did this was so that she didn't blow me off, because, at the time, she was also my weed dealer. I got my key card, a shiny hunk of plastic with my likeness printed onto it, stamped with all kinds of intrusive biometric data, Sophie Rollins emblazoned across it. It hung from my green AdonisCo lanyard like a brand every time I wore it on the subway. I swear I could feel the entire civilian population of New York trying to kill me with their mind.

I clocked in, though. The great thing about being the IT girl is that you get access to all the systems, including people's private emails, private messages, private anything really, as long as they're on the company WiFi. I racked up a sizeable amount of blackmail material pretty fast: raunchy photos sent in staff bathrooms, under the table drug deals, far more lewd text messages about me and the other female coworkers than I would have liked. And so, so much data on the horrible conditions: underpaid workers, child labour, donations to every government that still allowed prison labour and the monopolisation of land in the developing world. Two years worth of non-stop searching, peppered with the occasional telling people to turn their computer on and off again. I wasn't even all that mad about being paid scarcely minimum wage.

But, after my two long years, I had handed off all my findings to Kaitlyn, and phase one was complete.