Derek regarded Charles with a look of suspicion. Charles was always exceptionally dressed, especially so for software department. In fact one could say he was expensively dressed, with his navy suit and white satin tie. How did he afford such fancy suits? Could... could Charles be in on it. 

He evaluated the other actors in the chaos around him. Sam, the long serving janitor... who for some reason was staring at him, curious but no matter. Carl, running off to purchase a Subway, but with whose money? Dave, completely non-plussed and just not giving a fuck. And Stanley, rubbing his ass all over the copier machine. Which among these would he choose to be his erstwhile ally to unravel the web of treachery, conspiracy, and poor accounting that Derek found himself enmeshed in? It had to be someone he trusted absolutely, someone he was certain could not be in on the plot.

There was only one person.

Stanley. Stanley had not the guile or subterfuge to be involved in such heinous financial chicanery. He was pure and innocent soul, who lived only for the thrill of moments such as these - unsanitary use of company property for the sake of juvenile pranks that would result in numerous HR complaints.

Yes - this was the man for the job.

Derek hurried to catch up to him. But lo and behold, what did he see but Stanley conversing with the Boss, and the Boss promising throw him a 'recommendation'! Lies all lies. Even sweet Stan had been dragged into the quagmire of falsehoods. 

No one, he could trust no one it seemed.