Chapter 4 — Invitation Card Without Me Part

“Among the congratulatory candy, you didn't leave me one.” “But on the bill, you left me 46,000 yuan.” Phuong Duyet's face turned pale. I placed the order on the table. Then said to manager Manh: "I don't know this person." In the office there was only the sound of air conditioning. Phuong Duyet opened her eyes wide. I continued: "I did not authorize, did not sign, and did not use the service." "Please follow the police reporting process." Manager Manh nodded. "Understood." He took out his phone, preparing to call. Phuong Duyet suddenly rushed forward and pressed his hand down. "Can't call the police!" Her voice was shrill and trembling. "Just call the police, my newly promoted department head position will be lost!" I looked at her. "That's your problem." At that moment, the receptionist called again. The voice came from the landline phone. "Chief Khau, downstairs there are two policemen from the police station. They said they had received a warning notice from Van Lan Hotel and wanted to find out about Ms. Truong Lam's personal information being impersonated." Phuong Duyet's hand completely dropped. Manager Manh looked at me. Khau Hoang looked at Phuong Duyet. No one on the entire floor moved. At that moment, the phone on my desk lit up. A message from an unknown number appeared. "Do you think only Phuong Duyet ever took your documents?" I looked at the message, my finger stopped on the screen. The sender is an unknown number. The content was only one line: Do you think that only Phuong Duyet ever took your documents? In that moment, the sound in the office seemed to be separated by a layer of glass. Phuong Duyet was still standing next to Manager Manh, his face filled with panic. Khau Hoang's eyes fell on my phone, then quickly moved away. Luu Man stopped by and asked in a low voice: "Miss Lam, what's wrong?" I turned off the phone screen. "Nothing." At this time, the receptionist led two policemen in. The person in front had the last name Cao, his voice was very calm. "Who is Truong Lam?" I walked out. "It's me." Police officer Cao looked at me and then at manager Manh. "Van Lan hotel has sent a warning notice, saying it is suspected of someone impersonating someone else to spend money and debit." Manager Manh immediately held out the file bag. "All documents are here." Phuong Duyet's lips turned white. Just now she wanted to stop Manager Manh. At this moment, her hands were hanging down at her side, unable to say a word. Police Officer Cao looked at the order, his eyes stopped on the ID copy. "Where did this copy come from?" I said: "The company's recruitment records." Police Officer Cao raised his head. "Who can access it?" Khau Hoang immediately spoke up: "The administrative and human resources department has authority. The department head normally does not touch employee ID records." I looked at him. He answered very quickly. It's as fast as if you had thought it through in advance. Police Officer Cao asked Phuong Duyet again: "Is the order signed by you?" Phuong Duyet's voice was very small. "I signed it." "Why was the registrant Truong Lam?" "At that time, I was too busy, the hotel receptionist made a mistake." Manager Manh frowned. "Miss Phuong, I would like to repeat, the party order was made two days before the party, not a temporary registration at the scene." Phuong Duyet's face changed. Officer Cao looked at her. "Who called to book a party?" Phuong Duyet clenched her fingers. "I don't remember." The female employee opened the file on the tablet. "The call to book a party came from a phone number whose last four digits are 6318, not Ms. Truong's number." Liu Man suddenly said: "Phuong Duyet has a backup number, it seems to also end with 6318." Phuong Duyet suddenly turned her head. "Liu Manh Man, don't talk nonsense!" Luu Man's face was cold. "That day you asked me to help you receive the goods, on the screen was this number." Policeman Cao wrote down. "Whose name is the phone number, check to know." Phuong Duyet was completely silent. Everyone in the office looked at her. Medium person

Then he held the gift and laughed and talked, at this point he couldn't even sit steady. Police Officer Cao asked me again: "Miss Truong, did you ever give a copy of your ID to Phuong Duyet?" "No." "Did you ever allow her to use your name to spend money?" "No." "Did you attend that party?" "No." With each answer, Phuong Duyet's face became a little whiter. Khau Hoang suddenly spoke: "Comrade police, can we let this matter go to internal mediation first?" Police Officer Cao looked at him. "Who are you?" "I am the department head, Khau Hoang." "Internal mediation does not affect the process of us finding out the truth." Khau Hoang's expression stiffened. I took out my phone. "Officer Cao, I just received a text message." Phuong Duyet reflexively raised his head. Khau Hoang also looked over. I gave the message to police officer Cao. After reading it, he frowned slightly. "Do you know this number?" "Don't know." "What does it mean?" I looked at Khau Hoang. "I also want to know." The atmosphere in the office became more tense. Officer Gao wrote down the phone number, then asked Khau Hoang: "Does accessing the company's employee records keep a history?" Khau Hoang hesitated. "Probably yes." "Probably?" Sweat broke out on Khau Hoang's forehead.