In the surveillance room.

"Ms. Emerson, here are the surveillance videos from the past two weeks," said the security guard as he got up to offer his seat.

Charlotte nodded and thanked him.

She sat down and started watching the videos. Her eyes were glued to the screen.

However, the surveillance region only captured the corridor by the entrance of the company and those caught on tape were all employees of the company. No suspicious person ever appeared. Charlotte spent the next three hours or so watching the collection of surveillance videos, but ended up empty-handed.

She lightly massaged her sore shoulders and wondered in frustration, 'Just who would do such a thing?'

Charlotte was so lost in her thoughts that she bumped into someone as soon as she stepped out of the room.

Instinctively, she took a step back. Still flustered, she looked up and found Christopher peering down at her.

"Mr. Gibson, I'm so sorry," Charlotte apologized, rubbing her aching forehead.

Seeing Charlotte clutching her forehead in pain, Christopher's heart filled with sympathy. "Are you okay? It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked in a gentle and caring tone.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Charlotte quickly dropped her hand and shook her head as her cheeks burned up slightly in embarrassment.

"Are you here to check the surveillance videos?" Christopher took a quick glimpse at the surveillance room. "Any gains?" he asked.

Upon being questioned, all shades of disappointment were painted on Charlotte's face. She shook her head and replied, "Up till now, I haven't gotten any clues nor leads."

words started ringing in her ears again. Charlotte frowned and said, "I'll continue looking

to get some answers, maybe we could give it a go,"

suddenly lit

with me," Christopher

followed him. Christopher brought her to

seconds, the screen in front of them started spewing out codes that looked as if it was all in a different

glanced at

at her, motioning her to

minutes passed seemingly without

He turned to Christopher and said,

her finger around

was an active group chat

the chat, there were talks about selling the design

she?" Charlotte asked, pointing at the

two later, he raised his head again and said, "The IP address shows that it's the fifth computer in the design

pondered about the information and quickly realized whose computer it was. Wasn't

was a fresh graduate of the most recent batch and had just

picked to be a part of the project.

at Christopher only to find him smiling at her. Locking eyes with her, he said, T

the design department,

avoided

With two fingers, she tapped lightly on the table and ordered, "Stephanie, come with me to

on her lip and lowered her head. She trailed behind

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