Charles looked at Lincoln in disgust. He detested him with everything. That was downright cheap. Was he so desperate to have someone go down with him that he didn't make use of his senses?How did he expect to drag Charles down with him without any evidence?That looked stupid to Charles. Sandra on her part didn't say a word, her tears dropped her cheeks. Her problem was humiliation. Charles doubted she really thought she was going to be given a heavy sentence. Almost everyone turned to see the person Mr. Lincoln was pointing at, and their mouths dropped when they saw he was pointing at Charles. Was he really pointing at Charles? Charles?Even his attorney looked baffled, and a little frustrated. Why would Mr. Lincoln try to show it outright that he was nervous? Why did he admit it?The prosecuting attorney took up the opportunity immediately.“Do you mean to imply that you admit to the sale of illegal drugs?” He asked, and Mr. Lincoln turned to his attorney, tongue-tied. It was ob

Amelia's heart felt like it was about to explode. Just seeing her father's name on her screen gave her the chills. She looked at his picture once more, and felt she was doing the wrong thing.Was that the man she wanted to convince? The man she wanted to stand up to?It was hard to imagine her doing that. She showed it to James, who stared at it for a while before blinking and nodding.“Pick it.”Amelia picked the call immediately, and raised the phone to her ears. “Where have you been, Amelia?” His stern voice came through the phone, and Amelia felt like a child once more. When she was younger, she had been terrified of him. She'd never forget the look in his eyes whenever he scolded her.It always felt like he wanted to squeeze her, and pop out her eyes. Her father was scary, and those childish fears slipped into her once more. “Uh, I've been…”“Are you rebelling, you nasty little thing?”Nasty little thing. He had always called her that, regardless of how much she aged. She ha

It was a new day, and Charles was in the dining room, eating. Vera had asked that he visit his own founded tech company as they had just launched the first main prototype.He had planned that he was going to go on a vacation, but he didn’t want to miss a very important day to the company.He was going to push his vacation, a day further, which means he would be going on his vacation, the next day. Charles rose to his feet, and pushed back the chair with his legs.Then he wiped his lips with a napkin, and drank some water.“Thanks for the food, Martha.” Charles appreciated her, with a smile on his face.He really enjoyed the food, and especially as he was having a good day. He had conquered all his major enemies, so even if the sky was dull, it would seem bright to him. If the birds were chirping, it would sound so much like music to him.“It was really great.” He complimented her.“Thank you, sir.” Martha smiled brightly, happy that he had really enjoyed the food.Even if he hadn’t co

Charles heard the strange scrambling noise in his head, louder than ever, and his head jerked to the left. The team leader began his speech, but Charles couldn't concentrate. Everyone's eyes were focused on the team leader. It was just like they didn't hear the noise he had heard. “Is everything okay?” Vera, who had noticed his head jerking, and his expression stiffen, asked, and he looked at her.“There was a kind of noise. A… a loud, uh… what's the word for it? A loud scrambling noise. I heard it loud and clear, but no one else seemed to have heard it.” He explained, still looking over at the people who listened to the team leader, as he briefed Charles on the qualities of the robot once more. “Uh… maybe we missed it. You know, the team leader was talking.” Vera replied, and gave a little smile, before giving back her attention to the team leader. Could it really have been misheard? How possible could such a sound have been misheard? It had been loud and clear when he heard it. “

The man grinned as more blood poured out of his mouth. His teeth were colored in his blood, and he winced, then coughed again, placing a hand on his chest. A look of pain crossed his face, but with that, he tried to smile, and act like he had made the best decision ever.“Hurry! Call the cops and ambulance.” Charles shouted at the security men, who were stunned at the man who had suddenly taken his life, so he wouldn't be forced to say anything. They immediately worked out their fingers on their phones, dialing the line of the cops and the ambulance. “Untie him. He needs to breathe.” Charles said, and the men who were not occupied with their phones, began to cut off the ropes with knives. The man coughed more, and tried to breathe, but it seemed like each intake of breath caused him inexplicable pain. “Darn…” he let out, and fell to the floor, writhing and shaking. His face began to have a horrible tint to it, and Charles began to get scared that he'd die, before the ambulance got