You won't name a sleeper agent yet...

In truth... you'd collected all sorts of details about each of the girls, but it was just way too early to name names. Pamela Goodby wanted you to point the finger at someone, but wasn't that just dangerous? If you picked the wrong person, you'd just send CEDIT on a goose chase. You had to collect more information first, before rushing into this...

Goodbye couldn't hide her disappointment. She leaned closer and hugged her clipboard to the swell of her bosom. "Pleeease? There's gotta be someone... I arranged this whole Operation Heat Sink to get the girls out of the office so you could tell me in private...!"

You wouldn't allow yourself to be puppy-dog-eyed into casting the shadow of doubt over one of your allies. Instead of caving in, you straightened your tie and told her frankly that no one was above suspicion yet. You hadn't given up, but you simply refused to turn this into some kind of witch hunt. You would do this slowly and methodically, the way it had to be done.

Your boss slumped her shoulders and pouted, nodding slowly in response. "I-I guess I won't push you any more on it. But think about it, okay? You can't just shirk the question the next time I ask... alright?" She sounded like a teacher having a hard time scolding her favorite student. You made no commitments and simply crossed your arms, although you pitied your boss somewhat. "Ciaaaao...!"

The pathetic scene went on for a bit longer before she finally moved on to the next question...