The shocking footage of the spy camera

Abigail checked the recording of the day before. The images flickered on the phone screen, casting a pale glow on her face as she scrutinized Nancy's every move. A perplexed frown etched across her brow, betraying her confusion.

The recording played on, showing Nancy sitting innocently on the sofa, her attention fixated on her phone. Abigail was confused. She had expected to see some sort of suspicious behavior, but instead, Nancy appeared to be doing nothing out of the ordinary… No sneaky glances at the folders or laptop; no hasty movements to hide evidence.

Abigail's mind raced, attempting to untangle the web of mystery surrounding the data leak. Her lips pressed together into a thin line as she contemplated the possibilities. If it was not Nancy, who was the culprit?