Scrutinized Novels & Stories

Conner scanned through the typed pages, familiarizing himself with the new information. Wielding the remote in one hand and a red felt pen in the other, he replayed the killing of the hooker, studying the action carefully and marking an asterisk next to anything in the report that was matched by what occurred on the screen. Several times he switched the player to slow motion to check details. Then he repeated the whole process with the forensic reports.

I huffed in annoyance. "What, can't you see I'm eating, you standing at my back watching me eat is pissing me off, are you even suppose to be this creepy with customer". He scowled at me before heading back to his counter. Did he just scowl at me, I can't wait to see how he will behave with me tomorrow, his goofy self or this confident side, I doubt the latter.

I look up at her to see her staring at me with a wild smile, indicating that she is extremely happy about this, but I'm finding it hard to understand and believe. "Have you gone through the entire screening security process to ensure that this is not false and it is not something to trick us?" "Yes, the security and technology department has screened this shit ten fucking times to ensure that it is foolproof." I relax back against my seat and begin to glance at my table, thinking deeply. Okay, I really need to be smart about this and not allow myself to just fall quickly and relax when everything might actually be in crumbles and shackles because this is just insane.

Two to go. "Ms. Smith." She turned back to Serena. "Is that your only concern?” Serena's eyes darted around the table, looking for support. "Yes. That's my primary concern.” “On the contrary,” Arabella said evenly, meeting Serena’s gaze. “A properly structured internal audit does the exact opposite of what you’re describing.” She turned slightly to the board. "This won't be a witch hunt. The audit will be phased, confidential, and independently supervised." She ticked off points on her fingers.

She stated, setting the timer. I went through and put a check on everything I wanted our little one to have from me and everything I wanted her to get from Jarren. It didn’t take me long since I’d sort of thought about this before. The timer went off, and Aunt Carla went around and picked up everyone’s pens. Her way of making sure no one tried to change their cards when I called out my answers.

Antonio was capable of wreaking havoc, and I didn't want to be the catalyst that disrupted someone's marriage. He scrutinized me sternly, his gaze drilling into my soul as if attempting to unravel the truth hidden within my eyes. I braced myself for the scrutiny, fully aware of his uncanny ability to decipher people through their ocular expressions. Determined to maintain an outward appearance of calm and composure, I fought against the telltale signs of nervousness that always betrayed my lies.

I stared at the screenshot he posted over and over again, checking every detail carefully. "That's impossible!"

I forced a smile when I encountered the dark haired man officer behind the glass counter. His eyes scrutinized me as he spoke. “ID and inmate number.” After the call, my mother had sent me a text which contained her ID and inmate number. Retrieving my phone, I called out the required information to the man. “This way please.” I was ushered into a small room where a female officer was conducting a search. I rolled my eyes disappointedly as I stepped into the queue of visitors that were being searched. As the officer gave me a quick pat down, I smiled as I imagined how amazing my content in the prison was going to be.

a male Kea says with a magnified voice from the front of the massive room, and my eyes scan the room in search of a good seating area. When I spot an unoccupied table I head for it with my chin high. I try not to lock eyes with anyone as I pass them. So I don't loose concentration on my steps. As soon as my bottom meets the chair at the table I have chosen, I sigh. Thank goodness I didn't trip.

I loved whoever wrote that. Procurement dug up a file box from a year that still tasted like dust. Inside: an old spreadsheet with Vidian in a vendor pre‑screen and a skeptical comment from a junior analyst who had since transferred. shell? check beneficial ownership. It had been marked DEFER—NO ACTION. I wanted to go back in time and shake that day by its shoulders.