Richard’s Damage Control
Richard sprang to his feet, eager to downplay the evidence I’d just revealed. “Folks, let’s not jump to conclusions,” he said, waving his hand dismissively as if trying to swat away the truth. His voice faltered as he struggled to regain control. “We’ve probably just mixed something up,” he added, desperately trying to cast doubt on the solid proof glowing from my phone. But no matter how hard he tried, the room stayed silent, the undeniable truth lingering heavily in the air.
Richard’s Damage Control
James’s Confrontation
James, no longer able to hold back, stepped forward with furrowed brows and demanded, “So, what’s going on here? How did we get this so wrong?” His voice echoed the frustration many felt, eyes locked on Richard and Margaret as if seeking answers. In his gaze, I saw a mix of confusion and hope, waiting for someone to make sense of the unraveling truth. This was a twist James hadn’t seen coming—the reality unfolding before him with sharp, undeniable clarity.
James’s Confrontation
