***The spacious hall echoed with the low murmur of voices as the employees of Frankman Motors gathered for the monthly meeting. The air buzzed with anticipation, and the atmosphere crackled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Frankman stood at the front, a glint of enthusiasm in his eyes, as he prepared to acknowledge the efforts of the top-performing employees in the sales department."Good afternoon, everyone!" Frankman's voice boomed through the hall, commanding attention. The room hushed, and all eyes turned to him. Frankman's presence was magnetic, his tall frame exuding confidence and authority."We've had an incredible month, and it's time to recognize the individuals who have gone above and beyond in making the sales department thrive," Frankman declared, his gaze sweeping across the room. The employees leaned forward, eager to hear their names called out. Victor knew that he was the first to make the highest sales, and he wanted to know if he was going to be employee of

***Two weeks later,The air at Frankman Motors was filled with tension as Victor approached Mr. Frankman's office with a sealed envelope in his hand. The polished floors reflected the fluorescent lights above, and the hum of the office machinery seemed to fade into the background as Victor knocked on the office door. He had written his resignation letter."Come in," Mr. Frankman's deep voice echoed from within the office. Victor took a deep breath and entered, finding Mr. Frankman engrossed in a pile of paperwork."Good afternoon, Mr. Frankman," Victor greeted, his voice steady but his heart racing. He extended the envelope toward Frankman, who looked up with a quizzical expression."What's this, Victor?" Mr. Frankman asked, taking the envelope and eyeing it suspiciously."It's my resignation letter, sir," Victor replied, his eyes locking with Mr. Frankman's. The room seemed to grow warmer, the tension escalating as the words hung in the air. He didn’t know what to expect next.Mr. F

***Two days have passed since Victor handed over the evidence to Santos. Victor was in the living room watching the news when he saw Mr. Frankman’s face on the screen.Breaking news flashed across the TV screen, showing FBI agents surrounding Frankman Motor Company. The news reporter’s voice was filled with anticipation. “You all got it here first. Wealthy businessman Mr. Frankman, the owner of Frankman Motor Company, has just been convicted for illegal dealings in cars. It is said that he buys old cars, rebrands them, and sells them for the price of the new ones. The FBI has refused to give further information concerning their investigation that led to the arrest, but they have closed the entire dealership till further notice,” the female reporter explained, standing in front of the company.Victor’s eyes widened as the allegations were finally brought to light. He was happy to see the news and realise that they took some time before going to arrest Frankman.“I am glad that scum ha

***The following morning, at Garcia Flooring Professionals,Victor was sitting in front of Spencer, inside Spencer’s office. He had asked Spencer to make him the director of the company, as he didn’t want to come back fully to the company since he would be leaving for another mission.“Are you ready to resume as a director today?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow. He had asked Victor if he would like his own office, but Victor declined, saying that he wanted to be in the same office as Spencer.“Of course, I am fully ready; is the cubicle ready?”“Yes, the carpenter is bringing it in later today; for now, you can just sit in front of me or in my chair, whichever one you want,” Spencer answered as he stood up.“No need for you to get up; just sit back down and pass me your laptop,” Victor said bluntly. Spencer opened his laptop as he passed it over to Victor.Victor wanted to start his research for a car company that he would invest in, and getting Spencer’s opinion on that was very

Frankman was weary of refuting the accusations against him. He knew there was enough evidence to incarcerate him, and he didn’t want to attempt to evade the allegations again.“I engaged in those illegal dealings due to the money involved. If it weren’t for those unlawful car sales, my company wouldn’t be where it is today. However, I should have ceased it long ago. The excitement of making vast sums of money easily kept me going. I couldn’t simply abandon such earnings, and greed consumed me over time.“But one thing I can assert without doubt: I don’t regret those illegal dealings,” Frankman stated boldly, his eyes intense.Santos's eyes widened; he sensed Frankman's seriousness and had recorded all their conversations.“Wow, you lack any compassion. It’s unbelievable that you made us dismiss your case all those years when you knew you were guilty of those illegal activities,” Santos said sternly, hitting his hand on the table, then glaring at Frankman.“We'll ensure you rot in jail