At the police station, Daniel met Leroy, who appeared despondent. The formerly vibrant and prominent journalist now sat in a disheveled state. In just a few days, he had lost weight, his cheeks looked deeply hollow, and his face bore the marks of sleepless nights, such as the dark circles under his eyes. When he saw Daniel, there was a flicker of hope in his eyes, which quickly dimmed.
"Mr. Quimby..."
"It's going to be okay," Daniel reassured him in a low voice. "The legal team of Quimby Group has stepped in to work on your case. They are currently negotiating, so you should be able to get released on bail."
"Mr. Quimby, I am truly innocent!" Leroy covered his face and ran his hands through his hair. "I don't know what happened. I haven't logged into that email account, and during the period before the exam, I barely visited my office. I mostly stayed at home."
"I've verified everything." Daniel's voice was deep, and his gaze was intense. "Leroy, do you know who did this to you?"
Leroy moved his lips but couldn't utter a word. He already had a strong suspicion.
Who else could have entered his office at will and known his computer password? But he held on to a glimmer of hope, wishing his suspicions were wrong and hoping that people weren't capable of such treachery.
However, Daniel shattered his last shred of hope with a few cold words.
"It was Amanda."
Leroy was left stupefied, a cold chill running up from the depths of his heart.
"This is absolutely certain," Daniel told him. "I obtained surveillance footage of Amanda slipping into your office and using your computer to send the email. I was initially skeptical, given your role as her mentor and the person who paved her way to where she is today. But the evidence is undeniable."
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