Romans & histoires Questionable Morals

I chuckled and he looked at me with a puzzled expression as though I wasn't being clear enough, I knew that simply meant he wanted to oppose me some more. "You can't be too sure of something like this, you come in contact with several people and someone might've been a mole and you wouldn't suspect that shit was going down behind your back," He said and I scoffed in disbelief because I couldn't place my hand on anyone that would know my reputation in the mafia and still dare to fuck with me regardless of it. At that same moment, I realized that the screen door had been taking forever to simply screen us so we could get inside and it bothered me for some reason.

They just pushed me too much, more than I could handle , and I had to save myself from further spirit and value degradation and lost, by lying. Because whatever we do, no matter how pleasurable, satisfying and good it is to us, if it is bad and morally wrong, we would always be affected, it's a law. We can't run away from it. Even if we fail to acknowledge it, we are always affected, even in the most little ways. "Yes. Of course, I will" I said, faking the most assuring smile. "Glad to hear that, I—" "Yes I will let Liliane know and we will communicate through her…" I shouldn't have cut her so short. She looked at me puzzledly and suspiciously.

Vulgar. [She seems rich. But her morality is still questionable. You really can't buy class…] The whole narrative shifted from talking about catcalling to morality. Soon enough, they forgot about the real issue.

But so far, we had no luck. I knew things would turn out well. We just had to wait and have faith, and that was one thing I was very good at. “That’s a statement for a man with morals. Unfortunately, not many of them. Most men are liars, others are manipulative, and even some killers. Not everyone is a good person, and will live by life’s values. As a matter of fact, most people on this earth don’t care about morals. People do whatever they want because they can and because they have the power to do so. Don’t you think that that’s an interesting phenomenon? What power does to a man needs to be studied, doesn’t it? Most people have power and think they’re invincible.”

BRIAN POV I walk fast, head down and hands in my pockets, guilt rattling through me at the thought of how badly I’ve desecrated my professional judgement. This should never be. This thing with Moona was bad enough, this craziness with Cain involved is nothing short of criminal. But it’s not criminal. It violates the moral code of my career, but it’s not criminal. Not on paper. She’s of age and willing. Definitely willing. And we mean her no harm, Cain and I. Quite the opposite.

He looked at me. "You're not going to respond," he said. "No," I said. "Martha?" he said. "Already handled the source exposure documentation," I said. "Yesterday." I paused. "That's in the record too." He was quiet. "The morality question," he said. I looked at him. "The piece questions your morality," he said. "Specifically." He paused. "The framing implies you knew from the beginning what you were doing." "Yes," I said. "That bothers me," he said.

"It generally refers to an act or behavior that gravely violates the sentiment or accepted standard of the community." "That is correct," Mr. Smithers said, smiling. "In the course of analyzing the fruits of your warrants and wiretaps, did you come upon anything that would fit the parameters of moral turpitude?" "Your Honor, I object," Mr. Jordan protested. "This is turning into a fishing expedition." "I believe that it goes to the heart of the matter," Mr. Smithers said. "I wouldn't be asking the question if I didn't know that the answer would support its being asked."

Schnell before. “But,” he continued, “zince the zychic creations of the Dirt are very real, efen if objective morality ist not, our S.H.A.D.E team vill no doubt haf its hands full handling the Dirt’s judgments on their own life choices. Mine should be particularly dishturbing with the things I have done, ja?” Here, he paused to laugh an actual Hollywood villain laugh that gave me goosebumps and would have put Vincent Price to shame.

"Guess you admire your sect master a lot." "What do you mean?" Moriri frowned. Darryl scratched his head and did not answer her. He asked another question instead. "Tell me the truth. Is your sect master a trustworthy person?" Moriri felt irritated by that question. "What are you trying to say? Speak your mind."

I don't want to be in this bedroom any longer than necessary. I lay the files on the desk when we get to my office. Mirela and I start going through one, and the others start going through the rest. At first, my anger doesn't let me process what I'm reading. When I do, I feel nothing but rage. Brock was selling the female cubs to be breeders. I don't see what he did with the males yet, but this is enough for me to know he's dead. It won't be quick. I will torture him myself.