"Mr. Hastings, we investigated the computers of all three individuals per your instructions. On Serena's computer, we found an email that had been sent out. The recipient has been verified. It was sent to Silverline Group, one of our competitors for the Excel Group project."
The content of the email was projected onto the big screen. Sure enough, it contained the project proposal.
"My god, it was really Serena?"
"She's really insatiable, isn't she?"
"I wonder how Mr. Hastings plans to handle this."
The project team murmured among themselves, and their expressions ranged from sympathy to concern and even schadenfreude.
"How much did she get in return for this?" Samson sneered.
"I wasn't the one who leaked the proposal." I stood up calmly. "When was this email sent?"
"At 10:30 pm on the seventh."
"I left work before 10:00 pm that night." I turned to Patricia. "We left together. After that, Samson was the only one who stayed in the office."
"I stayed to revise the project." Samson sounded self-righteous. "Serena, just because you won't admit what you did doesn't mean you can pin it on me."
"Is that so?" I let out a cold laugh. "Then I request to check the surveillance footage to see if you accessed my computer."
One of the IT staff nodded and started working on the system. As they did, they said, "The footage from the night of the seventh was originally lost, but luckily, we managed to recover it."
"I… I did access your computer, but only to check some data." Samson's voice wavered. "Emails can be scheduled to be sent later. Are you deliberately trying to frame me?"
Alex, who had been silent, finally lifted his head and looked at us. The IT staff also stopped what they were doing. In that instant, I understood that the footage hadn't been recovered at all. This was all orchestrated by Alex.
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