One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 35 The First Draft Is Gone

"Gone?" Stanley frowned deeply.

Violet said yes, and then she showed him the documents, "It's all blank paper. My design draft was

stolen!"

"Some stole your design draft?" Phoebe sneered, "Violet, is it possible that you didn't draw it at all but

you deliberately made an excuse now? Who would steal your design draft?"

"Really?" Violet turned her head and looked at Phoebe deeply.

Phoebe patted the table angrily, "What do you mean? Why are you looking at me like this? Is it possible

that you think I stole it?"

"I didn't say it was you. Director Hunt, you don't have to react so much." Violet replied with a calm face

and a cold voice.

Phoebe felt embarrassed. Then she was so furious, just about to say something.

Stanley couldn't stand it anymore. He pursed his lips and reprimanded, "Enough!"

"What?" Phoebe pointed at Violet, "Stanley, not only did she delay the conference, but..."

"Don't you understand what I said?" Stanley interrupted her sharply. His face was so gloomy.

Phoebe was a little scared. Immediately, she didn’t dare to speak.

Afterwards, Stanley glanced at her gloomily before turning his gaze to Violet, "Are there any copies?"

"Yes, I am accustomed to backing up a copy in my computer, but I guess it's gone too." With that, Violet

immediately turned on the computer to check the scanned document. Sure enough, it was empty.

In this regard, apart from being angry, she was not surprised at all.

After all, since that person stole the design draft, so how could he let go of the copies?

Stanley was silent, tapping lightly with his fingertips on the table, making people unable to see what he

was thinking about.

After a while, he suddenly stood up and said, "This is the end of today's meeting. Regarding the

assessment of the first draft of ‘Born of Fire’, we will discuss it next time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the meeting room walked out twos and threes.

Soon, only three of them were left in the meeting room.

Violet picked up the computer in one hand and the briefcase in the other, "Mr. Murphy, I want to go to

the monitoring room."

"Do you want to check who stole your design draft?" Stanley guessed her thoughts at once.

"Yes!" Violet nodded. At the same time, she glanced at Phoebe from the corner of her eyes, wanting to

see Phoebe's face.

However, Phoebe was unexpectedly calm and did not panic at all, which made Violet suddenly a little

unsure of her guess.

It wasn't Phoebe?

As Violet was thinking, Stanley nodded slightly and approved, "Okay!"

"Thank you." Violet suppressed the doubts in her mind, and thanked Stanley. Then she left the meeting

room.

After she left, Stanley squinted at Phoebe, "It’s you?"

Phoebe had an unbelievable expression on her face, "Stanley, you doubt me too?"

"It's not that I want to doubt you, but that you have done it before, besides, you targeted her." Stanley

said.

Phoebe stomped her feet, seeming to be angry at his distrust, "I admit that I had targeted her, but I

really didn't steal her draft. If it was me, why didn't I stop her from watching the surveillance?"

Hearing this, Stanley was stunned for a second. Then he looked down and was thinking about it.

Phoebe knew that he was a little shaken by what she said. She smiled secretly.

But soon, she calmed down. She held his arm and shook him while looking at him hopefully, "Stanley,

you believe me. Last time you told me not to target Violet anymore. How could I not listen to you? Isn't

that to be against you?"

"Well." Stanley pulled out his arms expressionlessly and patted the wrinkles on his sleeves, "I hope you

didn't do it, or you will go back to your studio."

After speaking, he stopped looking at her and walked out of the meeting room.

In the monitoring room, Violet crossed her arms on her chest and stared at the various displays, for

fear of missing any suspicious parts.

Stanley walked to her and stopped. He looked at the displays with her, "How is it? Did you find

anything?"

Violet shook her head with a serious face, "No, this is the second time I saw it. From yesterday to this

morning, no one has touched my position."

"Something is wrong!" Stanley frowned.

Violet touched her chin, "Yes, I also think something is wrong."

No one had touched her position, but her design drafts were missing, and the scans were deleted too.

This was obviously not normal!

But what went wrong? This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Violet bit her nails and was lost in thought.

After a while, she suddenly thought of something. Her pretty eyes narrowed, "Mr. Murphy, I'm sorry to

mess up today's meeting. Please give me some time. I will figure this matter out. I’ll give you an

explanation and also give me an explanation too."

She bowed to Stanley.

She wouldn't just leave it alone.

She would let the person who stole her first draft to be surely punished.

"Are you sure?" Stanley looked at Violet and said faintly.

Thinking of her little helper, Violet gave a gentle smile, "Yes!"

"Oh?" She answered without hesitation, making Stanley involuntarily raise his eyebrows, "Okay, then I

will give you one day. If you don't have any clues, you must redraw the first draft. Besides, it can’t be

the previous one. Understand?"

"Yes!" Violet straightened her back and responded earnestly.

Stanley gave a hmm, then turned and left.

Violet didn't stay in the monitoring room anymore. After making a copy of the surveillance videos of the

large office, she went back to the design department.

In the afternoon, she left the Murphy Group. Then she found a detective agency, gave them the

computer mouse, and let them check whether there were fingerprints left, and then took a taxi to the

kindergarten to pick up the children.

"Mommy, where's Uncle Murphy?" When Arya didn't see Stanley, a touch of loss appeared on her

lovely face.

Violet touched her little nose, "Do you like Uncle Murphy so much?"

"Yes, I like him very much." Arya nodded.

Calvin also asked, "Mommy, why didn't Uncle Murphy drive you back home today?"

"Uncle Murphy has something to do today, and Mommy's feet are almost good, so there is no need for

Uncle Murphy to drive us back home." Violet replied, helping two children carry the small schoolbags.

Calvin peeled off a lollipop and put it in his mouth, "Then when will we see Uncle Murphy again?"

"Someday. Let's get in the car." Violet patted the little ass of the two children.

The two children got into the taxi hand in hand.

After they sat down, Violet looked at Calvin with a smile, "Baby Calvin, Mommy wants you to do me a

favor."

"What?" Calvin turned the lollipop in his mouth.

Arya blinked at Violet, "Mommy, Arya can help Mommy too."

"Mom knows that Arya is great. But for this matter, only your brother can help Mommy. Next time,

Mommy will ask Arya for help, okay?" Violet tickled her daughter's armpits.

Arya kept giggling, "Okay, Arya will help Mommy next time."

"Good girl!" Violet let go of Arya, and then looked at Calvin, "Mommy wants you to use your computer

techniques to help Mommy check the company's surveillance videos."

She suspected that the surveillance was re-edited.

"Check the company's surveillance?" Calvin tilted his head, "Why?"

"Because someone else stole Mommy's design draft!" Violet rubbed her temples, answering tiredly.

Calvin's face sank. His eyes suddenly changed sharp, "Someone bullied Mommy?"