He won't stop until he finds who he is

Daniel nodded, his expression grim as he spoke, "We need to find out who he is and why he stole your sketches, Cindy."

Cindy kept her eyes on the screen, her mind racing. The man on the footage had moved with calculated precision, careful to avoid the cameras as much as possible. It was as if he knew exactly where each camera was positioned. This wasn't the work of an amateur. It was clear that this man had a deep understanding of the building's layout and the operations of the design department.

She replayed the footage, focusing on every small detail, hoping to catch something she might have missed. The man was a stranger to her, but there was something about the way he moved—confident, purposeful—that suggested he wasn't working alone. He must have had inside help.