— Then in two days, you will receive a notice of termination under Article 81, clause 6, sub-clause ‘c’—for disclosure of a trade secret, — Vera explained. — There will be a corresponding entry in your work record book. Furthermore, the company reserves the right to file a claim for damages.
— What damages? — Svetlana laughed nervously. — I didn’t have time to hand anything over.
Gennady Rudnitsky opened his laptop and turned the screen towards her.
— Three contracts. — He opened a spreadsheet. — The total potential profit is 12 million. If it’s proven that the loss is linked to the information leak you provided, the company has the right to sue for damages.
Svetlana turned pale.
— 12 million? You’re insane. I’ve never had that kind of money in my life.
— Then you’ll be paying it off in installments for the rest of your life, — Gennady said indifferently. — Or they’ll seize your assets. Do you own your apartment?
She nodded, unable to utter a word.
— Good, — the CFO continued. — There will be something to collect.
— Pavel, hold on, — Chernyavsky raised his hand, stopping Gennady. — Svetlana Andreevna, I’m asking you for the last time: are you willing to cooperate? Tell us everything: what you passed on, to whom, and when?
Her shoulders trembled slightly. Finally, she raised her eyes, and they were filled with hopelessness.
— They promised me 250,000 a month, — she said quietly. — And the position of Director of Human Resources. They said I was too good a specialist to be sitting on a cleaner’s salary.
— A cleaner’s salary? — Pavel repeated. — 180,000 is a cleaner’s salary?
— For my level, yes! — Svetlana flared up. — I’m a lawyer and a psychologist, I have two diplomas of additional education, ten years of experience. And I get paid like a secretary.
Pavel shook his head.
— Continue. What did you give them?
Svetlana fell silent, clearly weighing her options. Then she sighed heavily.
— A list of our key clients, — she began. — With contacts, contract terms. Also, copies of three contracts with the largest customers. They had payment terms, deadlines, technical specifications. And… — she hesitated.
— And?… — Pavel asked sternly.
— And an internal document about the company’s planned expansion for the next year, — she finished. — It had the names of cities where you planned to open branches, budgets, timelines.
Kirill slammed his fist on the table.
— That’s the strategic plan! It’s classified. How did you even get your hands on it?
— Gennady Lvovich left it in the archive after a meeting, — Svetlana said quietly. — I saw the folder when I was getting personnel documents. I photographed it with my phone.
Gennady turned crimson.
— I put it there for five minutes! While I went to get coffee.
— Those five minutes were enough, — Pavel remarked dryly. — Continue, Svetlana Andreevna. When did you hand over these documents?
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