Chapter 3 — The Darkness After a Model Marriage

An intern rents an apartment for twenty thousand per month. I asked Tran Nham: "How much is his salary?" "According to the company's standards, interns earn eight thousand." Receiving a salary of eight thousand, living in an apartment with rent of twenty thousand. It was already obvious who paid the remaining amount. "Did you find out anything else?" Tran Nham hesitated a bit. "Say." "Last month, someone saw General Director To leave Phi Thuy Apartment at midnight." "What time?" "One in the morning." I closed the document. The office was silent for a few seconds. "Is it possible to get a recording of him imitating my voice?" "Very difficult. Unless he continues to commit crimes." "Then let him make one more call." Tran Nham was stunned. "What do you mean..." "My mother changed her phone number, but the old number is still kept." "Let him call." "No matter how similar the imitation is, there will be loopholes. Let's record it again this time." Tran Nham nodded. "Understood." "Except." Come out, investigate his immigration history and cash flow.” “Investigation already.” After Tran Nham left, I sat in the office. The curtains are only half drawn. The sunlight cuts a clear line between light and dark on the table. I remember my mother's appearance in the apartment last night. She cautiously asked: "Nghien Dinh, have I caused more trouble for you?" I said no. She asked again: "Can we catch the person who cheated the money?" I said maybe. She didn't ask any more. But I know she can't sleep. The old house was where she and her father bought it together. After her father passed away, she put all her memories in that house. Now it's gone. Being fooled by someone else using my voice. This hatred cannot be resolved with reports. 4 At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to To Uyen Thanh's office. The door was ajar. I pushed the door and walked in. Lam Vu Hang is standing next to her desk. The two people stood very close to each other. To Uyen Thanh looked at the computer, her fingers gently tapping on the table. Lam Vu Hang is whispering something. Seeing me enter, he took a step back. "President Tham." To Uyen Thanh raised her head. "What's the matter?" "Short meeting." She looked at the time. "Now?" "Now." She said to Lam Vu Hang: "You go out first." Lam Vu Hang nodded and walked past me. The door closes. I sat down across from her. “What's wrong?” She asked. "Lam Vu Hang's resume is fake." Her expression did not waver. "Fake?" "He studied broadcasting and hosting, not business English." "Oh." "What do you know?" She laughed. "I don't know." "So you don't feel strange?" "If an assistant is competent, the major doesn't matter." "His specialty is voice imitation." The atmosphere was silent. To Uyen Thanh leaned back in her chair. "What do you want to say?" "His specialty is imitating voices. And someone is imitating your voice to trick your mother into transferring money." "So?" "These two things are too coincidental." She looked at me, her eyes very steady. "Are you doubting him?" "I'm doubting the reasonableness of this." "He is my assistant, has to handle a lot of work every day, and doesn't have time to do that." "I do." Looks very certain." "I'm his direct superior." I laughed. "Direct superior." "What do you mean?" "I introduced him to the job, I approved it, I opened a special recruitment path for him. Now that he is suspected of cheating, you say you don't know?" She stared at me. "Tham Nghien Dinh, I have no proof." "I'm looking." "I can't even look for a year." I couldn't find it." After that sentence had just come out, I asked: "How do you know it was a year?" Her finger stopped on the table. "You said it just now." "You only talked about scamming money for a year." "Yes, I said it." "You never said those calls were possible."

carried out for a year." Finally, her eyes wavered. "You said it lasted for a year, of course I would think that person called for a year." "Understood really quickly." "Tham Nghien Dinh, that's enough." "What did you have enough of?" She stood up. "If you have evidence, bring it out. If not, don't come here and talk nonsense. I'm the general director of the company, not a criminal for you to interrogate." I took the phone out of my pocket. I opened a record. It was the call history from my mother's old phone number. A list according to the timeline. The time of each scam call corresponded to my work schedule. "Who knows this schedule best?" She didn't say. "Only two people know your schedule. One is Tran Nham, the other is you." "Tran Nham is also capable." "He followed me for seven years. I've also been with you for seven years." "What's the difference?" "The difference is that he never looked for an intern to imitate you." Her face turned white for a moment. "What do you mean?" "To Uyen Thanh, I ask you a question." She didn't say. "That intern, what else is that other than the status of an intern?" Her fingers tightened. "What do you want to ask?"