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."

ears again. Charlotte frowned and said, "I'll continue looking for

to get some answers, maybe we could

eyes suddenly lit up with

Christopher

Christopher brought her to the

typing on the keyboard and, within seconds, the screen in front of them started spewing out codes that looked as if it was

glanced at Christopher in

at her, motioning her to be

passed

tearing his eyes off of the screen. He turned to

wrap her finger around what they were

the man's monitor display was an active

talks

person, Steph - who is she?" Charlotte

later, he raised his head again and said, "The IP address shows that it's

information and quickly realized whose computer it was. Wasn't this Stephanie Noland,

graduate of the most recent batch and had

to be a part of the project. However, Charlotte didn't expect her

at her. Locking eyes with her, he said, T

the design department, Charlotte's eyes landed

avoided

on the table and ordered, "Stephanie, come with me to my office." All of a sudden, every pair of eyes

her head.

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