Different One
Eps. 17 Handing Diska to Betsy

Jorell helplessly saw the six people in the CCTV control room had already cleared everything up quickly.

“Actually who are these? No one minute they managed to delete all the important recordings without looking first at which time they had to delete them.”

Jorell observed that they were all professional staffers not canned subordinates.

“What should I do to face them?” thought. He had to bring the evidence and hand it over to his mother.

He is a typical person who does something not half-and-half and will achieve what he has targeted, however and any effort he must put into making it happen.

Amongst the anxiety was also a sense of indecision, yet to get an idea, Jorell glanced at the clock that was circular on his right wrist. The clock has not yet ticked back.

“Why didn't I think of that? Yeah, why don't I try to turn back time?!” pekik Jorell, like finding an impromptu idea after seeing his watch.

Jorell then turned back the clockwork just before the needle would beat back.

The clock again rotates backwards, but only beats a few times and does not get past the number 12.

“Is the time already turning backwards back?”

Jorell looked around. He was currently back standing beside Mr. Fox. In front of him was Betsy who was staring at the man with a pushy look.

“So, I have to hurry now. Maybe in a few minutes these six people will enter the room earlier,” cried Jorell.

He already knew what would happen after, so he immediately rushed to the CCTV control room which he still clearly remembered where it was.

“I've arrived in this room. But what's the passcode?” Jorell stopped at the door.

There was a passcode he had to enter if he wanted to enter the room. Jorell was pensive and tried to think of what pattern of code he should enter.

He could remember a man who first opened the door. Earlier, he was standing right behind the man. He then tried to remember the movements made by the man by closing his eyelids.

“Is this pattern used by the man earlier?”

Jorell drew a pattern on the code machine on the doorstep. He tried to imitate the hand movements he remembered earlier, despite not knowing what the pattern was like. And it turns out that the pattern he made was a hexagon pattern.

The door opened after. “I managed to open this door.”

After entering the room, Jorell took out the flash disk he was carrying. Previously, he had indeed prepared it because it was intended to search for data and it turned out that the flash he brought was useful as well.

Jorell couldn't sort out which one he should copy. Given the short time and soon the six people will enter the room then he copied all the data.

“Lucky, I'm done.” Just as Jorell had finished retrieving the data, the six people entered and opened the door of the room again.

Just like the previous incident, the six people managed to delete the data in less than a minute.

But Jorell only commented on the thin smile because he had managed to retrieve the data before it was deleted.

Moreover, the circular clock on his right wrist suddenly ticked again. The current background of the room then changes and returns to the background at home.

“Have I returned?”

Jorel rolled her pair of eyeballs. Right, he's already in his room. Even on the desk there, the laptop is still on.

“At the time to see this CCTV footage.” For a moment, he forgot his primary purpose of finding out who his real father was and distracted by his mother's case.

CCTV began to turn. It appears that Mr. Oswald came to see Mr. Fox in a room. There, they make a transaction after submitting a sheet of documents that allegedly is an agreement.

“Gosh! The man gave the bribe to Mr. Oswald,” cried Jorell see from the CCTV footage.

Mr. Fox gave Mr. Oswald a thick brown envelope. Even the two of them were seen reviewing the smile together afterwards.

“So, this Mr Oswald is an insider from Credit Suisse?” Jorell was shocked.

There is a symbol of the Credit Suisse logo on the collar of Mr. Oswald's shirt, also on the map he carries at this time.

“They are both equally crafty.”

Jorell looked back at the monitor screen and watched the CCTV display until it was finished.

“It turns out that the man not only once or twice met Mr. Fox, but if calculated in total there are seven times they met. And it must have been a secret meeting to talk about it. I think this alone is enough to help mom.”

***

“Kakak, let's go to school.” Aroon called from the front of the house because his brother had not come out since.

“Aroon, you go first. I still have things left behind. And it seems like that's a lot.”

Aroon left first and left his brother.

Inside, Jorell deliberately set off while waiting for Betsy. He stood by the door, putting on a shoelace that he repeatedly took off and tied back up until his mother came out.

“Jorell, you haven't left yet?” ask Betsy, then stop for a while near Jorell.

“I'm waiting for Mom.”

“Waiting me? What's up, honey?” Betsy raised her pair of dark eyebrows upwards while rubbing Jorell's hair.

“This, Mother.” Jorell handed over his flash disk. “Tadi, there's someone out there who entrusted this to Mom.”

Betsy immediately ran out to find a man called Jorell, but she found no one there.

When he came back to ask, Jorell was no longer home.

“Oh, stop. Maybe this is something important to me.” Among his curiosity and anxiety, Betsy saved the flash disk and immediately drove the car to her place of work.

***

Betsy was in the office and sitting in her chair. He who was curious about the contents of the flash disk immediately took out from inside his bag and examined it.

“What's this view?” pekik Betsy when he saw the CCTV footage he was playing.

It appears Mr. Fox held a secret meeting with Mr. Oswald, a Credit Suisse insider and also had a post there.

“Gosh! I found evidence that Mr. Fox cheated.” Betsy again gasped in surprise when she saw Mr. Fox hand over a heap of thick money that was replaced with an important file by Mr. Oswald.

Betsy zoomed in on the part she was highlighting and found that the file Mr. Oswald submitted was a financial report on behalf of Mr. Claire Mont.

“Gosh! Not only did I find strong enough evidence of this fraud but I was able to drag Mr. Oswald to the green table.”