The Honest Truth Dan Gemeinhart Novels & Stories

"Which is why, before I came here, I released a statement myself. Not a managed one. Not something Dana drafted and I edited for optics. I told the truth, all of it, the fire, my father's settlement, my grandmother's real reason for arranging our marriage, and the fact that whatever this started as, it has stopped being a transaction for me somewhere in the last three weeks, and I have no intention of pretending otherwise for the sake of quarterly earnings or my grandmother's board." I stared at him, genuinely speechless for the first time since the courthouse steps. "You went public. Before talking to me first." "I went public," he said, "because you told me in the car that I keep choosing

An assistant entered. "They're going public." "I expected they would." "Should we stop the broadcast?" The Patron shook his head. "No." "If they expose the past..." "They'll also expose me." The assistant frowned. "Isn't that dangerous?" The old man smiled. "Only if I lose." He turned off the television. "They still don't understand." "The truth alone cannot defeat me." --- Back at Hart Group... The press conference began. Alexander Hart stepped onto the stage first. Then Adrian. Then Elena.

Without thinking, I asked him what he meant. "I gave the money to Lillian," Rupert said. He didn't seem bothered at all by the shock on my face. He was about to sit down and continue eating his fruit. I couldn't believe it when I heard that name. That was my emergency fund! How could he do that to me? And to give it to Lillian Leary of all people? What the heck was going on? I kept pushing, and he finally snapped and told me the truth, "I helped her start a shop. Ever heard of 'investing'?"

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

How can someone so duteous and stoic exhibit such a fearful emotion? "I told you to take two weeks vacation because there is a war about to begin. I do not think there shall be rest until we finally face that devil, Frederick Harlow and his men." The word "devil" in that sense seems hypocritical to be used by someone like me. He sighs. "Fuck. I thought I had failed you." "No, I wouldn't want to lose a precious soldier like yourself but when you're back, you'll have a lot of protecting-the-throne to do."

He didn’t pause. “Evelyn Hartman did not falsify anything. She uncovered evidence that threatened people with more power than you can imagine, all of whom now hide behind my name. If I’ve failed you as a business leader, fine. But I will not watch the only honest entity left in this city drown because she once loved me.” My throat tightened. The world had expected a denial, excuses…never a confession of respect. Mother folded her hands, eyes unwavering at the screen. “That,” she said softly, “is the sound of a man realizing value is not investor stock but integrity.”

"Go in there and tell the truth. About everything. About my father's crimes, about the challenges ahead, about why I believe rebuilding on ethics is worth the cost. No spin. No corporate speak. Just honesty." "That's terrifying." "Completely. But it's worked for us so far. Might as well commit to it." He pulled her close. "Besides, I learned from the best. You taught me that telling the truth—even when it costs everything—is the only way to actually live with yourself." "I'm pretty sure I also taught you that revenge plots are complicated and generally a bad idea." "That too. Very important lesson." They stood in the doorway, holding each other, two people who'd been through hell and somehow

He spoke, “First off, I want to say what an honor it is to be standing here. I didn’t expect to be invited, let alone as a special guest. I mean, it is truly an honour.” He laughed into the mic, and some people chuckled along. It made my blood boil further. “I’ve worked in the business industry for over fifteen years.” He continued, “I’ve seen the world change, the media evolve, stories come and go. But there’s one thing I’ve always held onto, TRUTH. I believe in chasing it. Exposing it. No matter how uncomfortable or risky it gets. That’s why I'm here. Because someone has to ask the hard questions. Someone has to stand up for people who don’t have a voice.”

Dan sad. After saying those words, he stood up and give enough space to Des. Lt. Dan himself was a bit surprised about his confession. But he did not regret everything he had said at that moment. He felt freedom after saying what he wanted to say in his heart. Indeed, the truth will set you free. After the death of his grandfather. Lt. Dan promised to himself that he would no longer hide the truth even if it will cause him everything.