"Don't touch anything else."
Kenji did what any good analyst would do. He ran the fraud detection.
He called his supervisor, a chain-smoking woman named Mrs. Saito who had survived three recessions and the transition from CD-only to digital charts. She arrived in twelve minutes, still in her bedroom slippers.
Yumi probably worked the morning shift at 7-Eleven that day. She never quit. But she did start writing more songs.