Chapter 20 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

Director Han tried to lower his voice on the other end of the line. “I asked the security guard to block the card first.” "But someone entered the office area. Specifically, where they went, we still have to check the cameras." I asked: "Can I still check now?" She said: “Okay.” “You better come here once.” "If it is confirmed that the family member forged the access card, the company will officially make a record." I looked out the window. It was completely dark, my face was reflected in the glass window. The call with Tieu Duong has not yet been disconnected. She heard everything and immediately said: "I'll take a taxi right away. Don't go alone." I said: "No need, I have to go to work tomorrow." Her voice was immediately impatient. “Manh Tinh, if you continue to be polite to me, I will be really angry.” I was silent for two seconds. “Then let's meet at the company door.” Half an hour later, I arrived at the company. The lights in the lobby were still on. The front desk has changed to night security. Director Han and Manager Ngo were both there. Tieu Duong arrived earlier than me, standing at the door stomping his feet. “You finally came.” I nodded at her then turned to director Han. “Have you seen the camera yet?” Director Han did not immediately answer, just said: "Go to the security room first." The security room is at the side door on the first floor. Inside there is a wall of surveillance screens. The staff on duty opened the video at seven twenty. In the picture, a man wearing a black hat swipes his card and enters from the side door. He bowed his head but his gait was too familiar to me. Shoulders slightly forward, right hand has a habit of touching the pocket. It's Tran Hao. You used my spare access card. Tieu Duong took a breath. “It's really him.” I don't say. The image continues to run. Tran Hao stepped into the elevator. Ten minutes later, he appeared on the floor where our department was. He stood in front of the door for a while, as if waiting for something. Then take out another card and apply it to the reader next to the glass door. The door opens. Director Han's face darkened. “Even the department door can be opened?” Manager Ngo looked at me. “When your backup employee card is at home, do you keep it with your access card?” I nodded. “It's all in the desk drawer.” “I left home in a hurry last night so I didn't bring it with me.” The camera switches to the hallway inside. Tran Hao walked into the office area. He didn't wander around but went straight to my workplace. My computer screen is off. He sat down, pressed the keyboard a few times but couldn't open it. He then took out a tablet from his pocket. The screen lights up. He bowed his head and worked for nearly ten minutes. Next, he used his phone to take pictures of my desk and document shelf. I saw him pull out the drawer on my right. There are no personal belongings inside. Only customer records and a few work notebooks. Manager Ngo's face was completely cold. “He touched work documents.” Director Han immediately said to the security guard: "Export this video." “The whole thing from the moment you enter the building to the moment you leave.” The duty officer nodded. At the end, Tran Hao pushed the drawer back, turned off the light and left. The entire process lasted twenty-seven minutes. I looked at the familiar back on the screen and suddenly felt extremely paranoid. This person has shared my bed and pillow for two years. He knows I'm afraid of the cold, knows I don't eat coriander, knows I check my keys twice every time I leave the house. But ah
You also know how to use my access card to enter the company. Knowing how to use my work mailbox to throw a pot of dirty water on me. Director Han turned to look at me. “Manh Tinh, this is no longer simply a family conflict.” "He forged the employee's access card to enter the work area, and also came into contact with work documents. The company is required to handle it." I nodded. “I will coordinate.” Manager Ngo's voice calmed down. “Don't be too tense.” “We will seal the relevant documents first.” I whispered: "I'm not nervous." “I just feel disgusted.” Tieu Duong reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her hand is very warm. “Don't be afraid.” I looked at the stopped camera image. “I'm not afraid.” “I just finally understood, there are some doors I didn't forget to close.” "But the person next to me took the key and walked in and searched." Director Han copied the video to the company's encrypted storage drive and gave me an explanation. “Tomorrow morning we will notify the legal department,” she said. “You can also give this document to the lawyer and the police station.” I received the paper. The paper is very thin but feels like a piece of cold iron in your hand. As I walked out of the security room, my phone rang. It's Tran Hao. I looked at the screen, not listening. He quickly sent a text message: "Have you arrived at the company?" I looked at that text. No reply. The second message immediately appeared. "I just want to get back the access card my mother took by mistake. By the way, I'll see if you continue to make a big deal out of it or not." I laughed. Tieu Duong stopped to look and was so angry that his face turned red. “He also said it was inconvenient?” Director Han looked at my face and asked: "Is it him?" I gave her the phone.