Three Months Earlier...“Sir, the next candidate is here, should I let him in?” an old man’s voice echoes in the study of the real Carl Cosgrove. His study was a collector’s paradise, filled with all sorts of gadgets and trinkets the kid lawyer himself had collected over the years. A lot of it was movie memorabilia, with most of the props coming from the Rock Camp franchise. Along the wall, there are trophies and plaques, with most having “BEST TEEN LAWYER” or “BEST STUDENT REPRESENTATIVE” on them. It was a luxurious sight, really. Complete with a mini bar and everything. But with just the scrawny teen boy in the middle—lonely, very lonely.“Yes, Stan, you can let him in. Thanks,” the real Carl smiles softly at the butler but there’s a hint of pain in his voice and Stan can tell. But he doesn’t dare acknowledge it, as there was no use in getting the real Carl to admit to anything besides “I’m doing good” and “I’m fine.”Both were lies. And both parties knew it.This time, however
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