Phoebe's POV
Alone in the office, I glanced at the closed door, then at Harold's desk. After a moment's hesitation, I slowly got up and walked over.
Settling into his chair, I placed my hand on Harold's keyboard and took a deep breath.
Harold's quick response to the earlier incident made it clear he was a true computer expert.
Anyone that skilled would be extremely alert to any changes on their own computer.
If someone touched his computer, he would notice.
No matter how carefully they tried to cover their tracks.
It was an instinctive sense, and what I was doing now was definitely a huge risk.
If Harold noticed anything strange, I'd be the first person he'd suspect. After all, I was the only one who had access to his computer during this time.
He'd even entered his password right in front of me.
But I had to act fast before Harold realized what was going on. I needed to erase any traces I'd left on the computer.
