"Jethro, please say something!" Caleb cried out. "I really didn't mean it. I just wasn't in my right mind…"I didn't stop. As he passed me, all I could hear was the metallic clinking of his handcuffs mixed with his sobs, growing fainter as he was led away.Paul, on the other hand, was huddled in the corner of the hallway, his face as white as a sheet. The moment he saw me coming, he instinctively shrank back."J-Jethro, I only said a few things to defend Caleb," he squeaked. "I didn't do anything else. I swear, I didn't know he'd installed monitoring software…"I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. "Guess what, Paul?" I bent down slightly and leaned closer. "Spreading false claims can get you into trouble too."His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed onto the floor. Just then, Gordon walked out of the conference room and shot Paul a cold look. "Mr. Burton wants to see you in his office."The color drained completely from Paul's face. He stumbled toward Mr. Burto
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