As Eve Thompson was deep in thought, a pair of dry, warm hands suddenly rested on her shoulders. The warmth from the palms penetrated her clothes, transmitting the heat directly onto her skin. Shortly after, a man's deep voice echoed, 'Have you figured it out yet?'
She didn't react to other people's words. However, the moment he asked, Eve shook her head, 'No.'
She was never a person who doubted herself.
But the incidents from today were truly perplexing.
As she was ruminating, the man spoke again, 'Then stop thinking about it. It's not your fault.'
Eve was taken aback. She turned her head toward Anthony Charlie and asked, 'Then whose problem is it?'
Anthony Charlie looked at her with a serious expression, a flash of certainty crossing his dark pupils as he replied, 'There's no way your software could have been the issue and yet have been detected. So there's only one possibility.'
'There's a mole.'
