Prove Them Wrong Mga Nobela at Kwento

What is wrong with me? ---

"Get her off my property." After Bianca was dragged away, my second-in-command, Antonio, asked, "Don, why let them live? They're a liability..." I stared into the black night, a cold smile on my lips. "Antonio. You can't catch a shark if you don't chum the water."

“We prove it. We make evidence where there is none.” Her words left me confused. Make evidence when there’s none? What did that even mean?

"Subject Omega provided extensive mathematical documentation. I'd like to compare her proofs with your alternative analysis." Awkward pause. The theorist glanced at Dr. Petrov before responding. "Our modeling is proprietary. Part of ongoing research development. But I assure you it's rigorous." "So you're dismissing Subject Omega's public mathematical proofs based on proprietary analysis you won't share for verification. That's not scientific rebuttal. That's assertion of authority."

Because empires fall the moment their inevitability is disproven. And we intended... To be the proof.

I said. "Yes," Ela said. "Then we work with what we have until then," I said. "Yes," Ela said. "And we keep building," I said. She looked at the founding ground below us. "Yes," she said. "We keep building." I wrote back to Kaden that evening. Ten items. I said I would receive them as evidence. They are received. The eleven wrong assessments. Tell them. Not as an apology and not as a reversal — as a correction. The system was wrong. You found the wrongness. You are correcting it. That is the work.

“What did they find?” “Tool marks showing someone weakened those bolts.” His finger traced relevant areas in the photos. “This looks like sabotage.” “Someone wanted the railing to collapse?” “Someone wanted it to appear that your strength caused the failure.” Dad set down the photographs. I felt relief so powerful I felt lightheaded. “This changes everything. We can prove it wasn’t my fault—” “They might dismiss it as a conspiracy. Proving something like this would require evidence we don’t currently possess.”

That way, I would have no chance of winning the arbitration. But this time, I was prepared. The moment I returned, I made a copy of my contract and backed up all relevant security footage. I compiled every document and case file that could prove my work history and sent them straight to the labor arbitration board. But while I waited for the verdict, there was still one thing left to do. "We'll see soon enough," I said simply. I looked at Charlotte's smug expression, not planning to say much. Just then, Levi walked over. Seeing Charlotte standing in front of me, he immediately stepped up with a flattering smile.

It looked more like a snowman than anything. “That is theoretical, you have no substantial facts to back this up.” The man next to Cameron stated with narrowed eyes. Liam looked at him with a scowl that could kill and spoke gravelly. “Even with the facts in your face you still deny it.” I looked at the board that was just writing and over towards the man that had spoke. “Can you prove him wrong?” I asked genuinely curious. It wasn’t that I cared, I just wanted to know if he showed them proof and they ignored it or if all of this was just speculation.

'It looks like she's not going to admit her wrongdoing unless I have some irrefutable evidence,' thought Corinne. She put her palm to her face and shook her head. 'Ugh, she and her mother are being ridiculous! The proof is right in front of them, yet they're still trying to worm their way out.'