After a brief internal musing, Mark spilled, “That designer, James McGinnis, had admitted that the design was given to him by an anonymous sender through email. It was never his original creation from the outset, he stole Arianne’s idea. As for the identity of that sender, they may benefit from anonymity now, but it’s not at all hard to find out who they may be. Soon, the truth will come out... and we’ll see.”
Mark had paid his most exacting attention to Shelly’s expression while he spoke, but nothing in her mien was out of place. In fact, she sighed a breath of relief. “Oh, that’s good news, isn’t it? Go get that little snake, you. Everyone will be able to breathe easy if that perp is finally apprehended. Anyway, go and take your shower while I set up the table.”
After dinner, Mark summoned Henry to his study. “I want the identity behind that email sent to McGinnis uncovered as soon as possible,” he ordered. “No matter who it is, do not let anyone catch hold of it. It is for my ears only, understood?”
Henry answered right away, “Understood, Mr. Tremont.”
The next midday, while in his office, Mark received a call from Henry. “Mr. Tremont? The lead is in. The email was sent from one Robin Cox, an employee from the Strategy Department of the Tremont Enterprise. We’ve double-checked the email account and the IP address, and they matched seamlessly. She appeared to have accessed her account via a work computer in the office.”
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