Boss asked me to hide his secrets. I bet they don't ask me again!

I work in the XXXREDACTEDXXX. My company CEO has been trying to keep everybody from learning a pretty terrible secret he's been keeping. Most of his closest allies know the secret, but just don't care because he's been shoveling money and power to them. (Not from his OWN wallet, mind you! He's been selling off \*company\* assets, but using the money to basically bribe people.)

So, basically, he's surrounded by people he's bought. But, he's been lying to the board and to the public this whole time.

Well, funny thing about that: This scandal he's been caught up in which he's been lying about – he's been accusing the previous CEO and pretty much everybody else of being involved. He even has been threatening to "release all the info" for, like, a year or two. Well, now, the board is actually demanding that he release everything! And it all points back to him!

So, this is where I come in. I'm just a tech guy who has to assemble technical documents and pass them along to lawyers and the board. My CEO and his buddies sent me all this crap. But, instead of just sending it off as is my job, they told me to blank out any references to the current CEO. And, if if comes out that I covered up a lie, guess who is going to get tossed under the bus?

Well, FUCK THAT.

Fortunately, these are not the brightest bulbs or sharpest knives. (They THINK they are, but... honestly... these are just privileged dipshits most of whom haven't had to work a day in their lives. Born on third base, and think they hit a triple.) So, knowing that I work for a bunch of dipshits, I had to figure out a way to "blank out" all this crap, but not actually remove anything which might get me into trouble.

And, TBH, it's not even about me getting in trouble. I mean... FUCK those guys! Stealing from the company while we all get no xmas bonus and no raise, and then all the actually criminal shit... Fuck them all the way up.

So, I "comply" with the request. I "blank out" all the lines (and pages! lots of whole PAGES!) of troublesome text. But, get this: Instead of just simply deleting it, I highlight the black text, and make the \*background\* black. It LOOKS like I deleted it, especially when you print it. But, anyone with two brain cells to rub together will very quickly realize they can just select the text and read everything.

Right now I'm just sitting back and waiting for someone important to notice. I have a bucket of popcorn. Wish me luck!

Edit to add: Rules say I need to include the fallout. People have started to notice the docs. The bosses are quiet-freaking out – but they're always freaking out. It's hard to tell when it's really a disaster. TBH, I'm kinda scared that maybe nobody will give a shit about these docs, with the holiday and all. Might be I get fired and blacklisted in January. Oh well. Still: Fuck these guys.

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