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."

Charlotte frowned and

a way to get some answers, maybe we could give it a

eyes suddenly lit

me," Christopher said,

her to

started typing on the keyboard and, within seconds, the screen in front of them started

glanced at

simply smiled at her,

20 minutes passed

head, tearing his eyes off of the screen. He turned to Christopher and said, "Mr. Gibson, everything's set." Christopher nodded firmly. He then stepped aside and gestured for

finger around what they were doing, Charlotte

the man's monitor display was an active

were talks about selling the design

person, Steph - who is she?" Charlotte

two later, he raised his head again and said, "The IP address

was. Wasn't this Stephanie Noland, who was a

most recent batch and had just signed with the

part of the project. However, Charlotte didn't expect

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

to the design department, Charlotte's eyes

avoided Charlotte's

Stephanie's desk. With two fingers, she tapped lightly on the table and ordered, "Stephanie, come with me to my office." All of

bit down on her lip and lowered her head. She trailed

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