StartNovelChapter 988: Before long, it was tto wrap up.
Usually, Heidi lingered well past clock-out. But today, humiliated and exposed, she didn't waste a second. The minute the clock struck, she snatched up her purse and bolted.
Yvonne watched her go, her mind quietly spinning.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Tto go, Yvonne. Aren't you heading out?" It was Margie-lately, they'd been leaving together most evenings. As usual, she called out right on time.
"I've got a bit more to finish. Go on ahead," Yvonne replied with a light smile.
She waited until the office had mostly emptied before making her move.
Heading straight for the security room, she found a uniformed guard seated at the monitors.
"Hi, I think I lost my phone. It's got sreally important data on it. Would it be okay if I checked the security footage?" she asked, her voice warm but purposeful.
The guard took one glance at her badge and nodded without question. "The whole building belongs to Mr. Marsh. Accessing the footage won't be a problem," the guard said with an easy grin. "Want to start with today's?" Yvonne blinked, caught off guard. She'd always assumed Ethan only ran Stylist Magazine, not that he owned the entire building.
Still, that surprise would have to wait. She took a breath and said, "Let's check the footage from the night of the 13th." That had been the night before the interview. By the next morning, the outfits had already been tampered with. But she clearly remembered-before they'd left the night before, everything had still been in perfect condition. That meant whatever happened occurred either late that night or early the next day.
Yvonne figured it was probably past office hours.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmreal share → gV.l.no.vl.c.om The guard hummed to himself as he sifted through the footage, but as soon as the 13th cup, he paused, his tone sheepish.
"Looks like the cameras were down that day. Sorry about that."
om "All of them?" Yvonne asked, suspicion sharpening her voice. "No-just your floor."
Yvonne thanked him and stepped out into the fading daylight her chest tight with unease.
Too convenient. The footage was missing, and only from their floor. m Someone had definitely planned this. She hadn't caught Heidi red-handed, but her instincts hadn't shifted. Heidi was still at the center of this.
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