Chapter 50 Chapter 50

Camilleti — the jerk who pretended to be outraged by the WSJ article — turned out to be the one behind it, which pissed me off.He's more of a jerk than a jerk, and he's been unfaithful to Goddard. Maybe it gave me a little psychological comfort after being a scumbag for a few weeks.Maybe being so protective of Goddard made me feel a little better about myself.Maybe the anger at Camilleti's infidelity made me temporarily forget about my own infidelity; or maybe I was just grateful that Goddard picked me up, appreciated me, and felt that I was a little better than others.Nor do I know to what extent the hatred for Camilleti is not my own.Sometimes my heart hurts like a knife when I realize I'm not much better than that Cammiretti guy.I mean, the me at Trion, who looks smart on the surface, is actually a big liar who sneaks into people's offices, steals classified information, and tries to bring down Goddard's company, and I'm still sitting in his office. Inside the vintage Buick...

It's too heavy.At four o'clock in the morning, I'm exhausted from this mental battle that leaves me in a cold sweat, and it's a serious threat to my mental health.It is best not to think at all and let the situation unfold. But maybe I still have a conscience in my bones, and I still want to get that bastard Paul Camilleti out. At least I have no choice for what I am doing now, I am forced to do nothing.Camilleti's betrayal, however, was quite different from mine.Goddard invited him into the company and trusted him completely, but he actively plotted against Goddard.Besides, who knows what other bad things Camilleti did?

Goddard needs to know this.But I had to take cover--I had to figure out a way to make my discovery look logical and not have anything to do with sneaking into Camilleti's office. On the way to work, I was driving the Porsche and enjoying the feeling of going fast, while thinking about how to solve this problem.By the time I got to the office, I had already come up with a great idea. Working in the CEO's office empowers me.If I call someone I don't know and say I'm Adam Cassidy, chances are they won't call me back.But Adam Cassidy in the "CEO's Office" or "Jock Goddard's Office"—as if I was sitting next to the old man and not across the hall from a hundred feet away—is different, and people will Answer his calls at the speed of light.

So when I called the Trion IT guys and told them that "we" wanted every email message sent or received by the CFO's office in the last thirty days, they immediately went all out.I didn't want to point the finger at Camilleti, so I made them think that Goddard was worried about someone in the CFO's office leaking information. I found something interesting: Camilleti had a habit of deleting certain sensitive emails, whether they were sent or received.Obviously he doesn't want to save these emails on his computer.Someone as smart as him must also know that all emails are archived in the company database, which is why he likes to use external mailboxes for some sensitive emails—including letters to the Wall Street Journal.I suspect he didn't know that Trion's computer system was actually capable of intercepting all e-mail that traveled over the company's fiber optic cable, whether it was Yahoo, Hotmail, or whatever.

My new friend in IT - who seemed to think he was doing Goddard himself a favor - also gave me records of all the phone calls to and from the CFO's office.No problem, he said.The company doesn't have phone recordings, of course, but it records all incoming and outgoing phone numbers -- all companies do.He could even give me a transcript of anyone's voice, he said, but it would take some time. In less than an hour, the results came out.The evidence is solid: Camilleti has answered several calls from the daily in the last ten days.What's even more suspicious is that he called this person several times.If there were only one or two phone calls to make sense, so to speak, call back to the other party - although he insisted that he never spoke to the other party.

But twelve phone calls, some of them five to seven minutes long?That is indisputable. Then a copy of the email. "From now on," Cammiletti wrote, "only call my home. Do not return or call me on Trion's phone. Emails can only be sent to this Hotmail address as well." See how you explain it, "cut throat". Ha, I can't wait to hand over my little investigative file to Goddard, but he's full of meetings from morning to noon—I've noticed that he doesn't invite me to join them. I didn't have a chance until I saw Cammiletti come out of Goddard's office.