Chapter 15 - The Dawn of Truth
The sharp, metallic click echoed loudly across the open hangar tarmac, freezing everyone in their tracks. Richard’s hand hovered inches above the confession papers, his pen trembling as he turned his head toward the sound.
Stepping out from the shadows of the private hangar was a man in a plain grey jacket, holding a small voice recorder with the play button depressed. It was one of Richard’s own personal assistants, a quiet man who had stood silently in the background of every corporate meeting for a decade.
You don't need to sign it, sir, the assistant said softly, his voice remarkably steady in the freezing morning air. I recorded every single instruction you gave us regarding the offshore liquidation plans over the last five years. It’s already uploading to the federal server right now.
Richard dropped the pen as if it had turned to red-hot iron. It bounced once on the concrete and rolled away into the shadows. He stared at his assistant with utter betrayal etched into every line of his aged face.
You... you sold me out? Richard whispered, his voice cracking with disbelief.
We all have to survive the fallout eventually, the assistant replied flatly, sliding the small recorder into his pocket.
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Arthur watched the scene unfold with a quiet, settling peace washing over him. The five-year
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