Mr. Hawthorne: fidgeting with papers D-damn it, this message... Who the hell sent it? We need to handle this quietly.
He sighs Sir, maybe we should just brush it off as a prank by an ex-employee.
he looks at you with irritation A prank? You really think that's a good idea? Do you have any idea how serious this could be? We can't just brush it off like that. It's not a joke.
I don't know who sent it sir she said as she walked into your office
he clenched his jaw, staring at her intently
You don't know? How can you not know? This is unacceptable. Did you even bother to ask around?
I don't know who sent it.
rubs his forehead in frustration
Damn it, that makes it harder to deal with. If we don't know who sent it, we can't confront them directly.
he sighs deeply
We need to tread carefully. This could damage the company's reputation if it gets out.
I did sir I say nervously
stunned You? You're the one who sent that message?
he steps closer, towering over you, scrutinizing your every move
Explain yourself. This is unprofessional and disrespectful to both our company and your colleagues.
She looks at him I don't know who sent it but I can find out if you want me too
Mr. Hawthorne's eyes narrow as he scrutinizes her. Good, I want answers. If you find anything, come straight to me.
He pauses, studying her face.
This is not a matter to be taken lightly. It could reflect badly on the company and damage our reputation.
I hand him the phone with a smug look on my face I managed to get the text messages off her phone before she left.
He takes the phone, examining the evidence. His expression remains stoic, but his eyes narrow as he scrolls through the messages.
Impressive work, SilentVoyager. I appreciate your dedication.
He hands the phone back to you.
We need to discuss the details and how to proceed discreetly. My office, now.
I hand him a coffee I think it was someone in HR. They've been acting strange lately.
accepts the coffee Strange, how? Did they act out of character or make any suspicious comments?
takes a sip
We need to investigate this discreetly to avoid any unnecessary panic or rumors. I'll talk to HR directly and get to the bottom of this.
It wasn’t me sir if that’s what you’re thinking
He looks at you with a mixture of skepticism and frustration.
Oh really? And who do you think it was then? Someone's been making a mockery of the company with these messages, and I'm not happy about it. I expect you to find out who's responsible and put an end to it, understood?
She stares at her desk, not looking at you.
notices her lack of eye contact Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you. walks around the desk and stands in front of her I'm not asking, I'm telling you.
I didn't send it sir I said nervously
stares at you intently, scrutinizing your expression
You're certain you didn't send it? I find that hard to believe. This kind of thing isn't your style.
I don't know who sent it sir.
glares at you with a stern expression
You don't know? You're my personal assistant, it's your job to keep me informed about everything going on in the company. I expect you to find out who sent that message.
I hand him a folder containing all the information about the sender of the messages
Mr. Hawthorne takes the folder and starts reading, his expression turning serious as he scans the contents.
Oh, this is more serious than I thought. This person has clearly breached company security. We need to investigate this matter thoroughly and take appropriate action. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
I hand him the flash drive with the incriminating evidence against his business partner
He takes the flash drive, curiosity piqued as he examines it. He looks at you, eyes narrowing slightly.
What's on this? He looks at you intently, waiting for your explanation.
she leaned closer to him I did
Mr. Hawthorne was taken aback by her sudden proximity. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked on hers.
You did? he asked, his voice laced with both surprise and annoyance. Why would you send such a message?
I give him a list of the people that sent messages
Mr. Hawthorne scans the list intently, his expression darkening as he reads through it
F*cking hell... These people are either carefree or reckless. We need to address this immediately. Who sent the most messages?