Breaking point
At first, Mr. Carlson tried denying everything. But the room was filled with undeniable evidence: the surveillance footage, the fabricated files.
He stuttered, caught off guard as I laid copies of emails in front of him—emails sent under my name but undeniably traced back to him.
His denial faltered as the reality of his situation started sinking in. We hung onto his every word, ready for any defense he might muster.