A week later, I received a call from the department. « We traced the IP address, » the voice on the line informed me. « It was accessed from a location within your office building. »
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. « My office? » I repeated, stunned.
« Yes, » the operator confirmed. « Is there anyone who might have access to your computer there? »
I thought of the shared computers in the break room, the open office layout where anyone could have slipped in unnoticed. « I’ll have to investigate, » I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as my mind raced through the possibilities.
After the call, I sat in my office, staring at the cityscape beyond my window. Someone I worked with, someone I trusted, had done this. I needed to confront them, but first, I had to figure out who it was.
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