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“You still don’t get it, do you? I’ve got the evidence. And so do you now.” He brought out another folder and gave it to me. Inside were more documents—police reports, coroner’s photos, and a handwritten confession. I flipped through them in a daze. Each piece was more damning than the last. My mind felt foggy, the words swimming in front of my eyes. The confession was chilling. I slammed the papers back onto the table, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “No. This isn’t true. You’re just trying to manipulate me, Julius. Why? What do you want from me?”

The mark of my betrayal. Gasps ripple through the air. Gerald’s is the loudest. “I need your confession,” he says, voice steady but trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Now.” And I break. Words spill from me like molten iron, searing everything they touch. I confess. Every lie, every act, every secret. The crowd’s whispers slice like knives, their gasps spreading like wildfire, feeding on my shame. But I keep speaking. I need to. It’s the only way I can beg for judgment; death or forgiveness.

Max The confession session began at nine in the morning. I had been in interrogation rooms, testimony chambers, and formal hearings of various kinds over years of Beta duty and I had developed a reasonable calibration for how these things went. There was usually a shape to them, an opening posture of managed disclosure, a middle section of careful navigation, and an end that arrived somewhere between what was hoped for and what was feared. Anthony’s confession was short and simple, he kept the secret like a door that had been sealed so long that when it finally opened it took the entire frame with it.

Louis suddenly called out, stopping me. He held out his hand to me, his tone condescending. "Hand over all the client files you have, as well as that multi-billion-dollar project you're currently working on. "These are company secrets. If you take them with you, it's illegal." I replied coldly, "All the files are on my computer. As for that collaborative project..." I looked down at the shredded documents on the floor and pointed at Flora. "She just tore it all to pieces." Hearing this, Flora immediately averted her eyes and leaned coyly into Louis's embrace, pouting.

" I glanced down at the confession. The terms were written out clearly. Not only did I have to admit to stealing classified documents, I also had to admit I did it to pay off personal debts. This wasn't giving me a way out. This was nailing the leak squarely on my back. The on-screen text scrolled wildly in front of my eyes. [This freeloading jerk is unbelievable! He rode Clara's work to the top, and now he's turning on her.] [There's no way they didn't prepare that confession letter in advance. They set this trap for her from the start.] [Go ahead and sign it, Clara. The moment you do, these people are all going to prison!]

"Son! You are a victim, not a sinner!" "Still, I killed someone. And I can't get over it, yet" "What?!" "Is it that bad?" "God have mercy! Yes! It is huge!" "He was a bad man" "Is he the one who did it?" "Did what?" "The unfortunate dead" "Rape me? No, but he is one of them. I had to kill him so I could run away." The priest took a deep breath. He came across so many crazy confessions. However, this one deserves the trophy for the most disturbing confession ever!

From anticipation to confusion, from disappointment to frustration, then to simmering anger. He must've been thinking we had agreed to go through our 144th declaration today. Why didn't I show up? Why would I humiliate him like this in front of the world? But Aldric, hadn't I gone through that same humiliation 143 times? Well, thank goodness, there wouldn't be a 144th time. This time, I was the one who was done. My resignation stirred quite a storm inside Cromwell LLP. Most of my colleagues never knew about my past with Aldric. But now, after everything that happened, the rumors have begun to swirl.

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

I ask him and he seems to stutter a moment, thinking of what lie he is going to spin. “My other investors are silent. They trust me to run things. Besides, everyone knows you give the pretty girls drinks to get the big spenders into a club.” “I didn’t know that.” I sip my drink through the itty bitty straw and slide a little bit away from him. He slides closer and his smell wafts over with the movement. An evil combination of cologne, marijuana, and desperation. I stuck the lime wedge in my mouth and sucked to fight the wave of nausea.

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."