"I didn't," I said firmly, my voice unwavering.
I had been in the design industry for years, and certain things were instinctual to me by now. Besides, I had faced similar situations in the past at Harmon Group, so I knew to be extra cautious.
I had learned from my mistakes. I wouldn't be foolish enough to repeat them.
I was also well aware of the importance of keeping a record of your work, and I had no intention of leaving them any ammunition to use against me.
Moreover, with the strict legal environment here, I could end up facing a long prison sentence if my actions caused trouble for the company's projects.
That thought made my gaze darken.
It seemed these people weren't just trying to push me out of the company. They were trying to frame me to the point where I'd end up in jail.
Sure enough, Anne took out her phone.
"You're not admitting it, huh? That's fine. We have so many witnesses here. We'll just call the police. Once the police take you in for a few days, you'll confess everything."
"Call the police? Sure, but there's still the company's surveillance footage, right?"
I sank into the chair, feeling exhausted. My gaze fell on Mr. Finnley's slightly panicked expression.
"Great, so that means there's no surveillance footage and no network logs either? In that case, I'll request an internal investigation. With so many departments involved, if all of this is really my doing, just calling the police won't be enough.
"I'll have the security department, the network security department, and the design team involved in the investigation as well."
I pulled out my phone, and Mr. Finnley's face turned even paler.
"Rinatta, what are you trying to do here? This is still your fault. Even if there's an investigation, you'll still end up taking the blame!"
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