Jackson was standing in a large conference room, scanning the faces of the company's top managers. The air was filled with tension before the storm. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the room. “I found something… interesting.” Jackson began in a calm voice. “This is a file containing details of future investments in the company that his father was planning. It makes a big difference." Owen, wearing a sharp suit and even sharper eyes, remained stoic with an unreadable expression. Kenneth, his faithful butler, was fiddling with his cufflinks, excitement shining in his eyes. Father After the fatal fire broke out, Morgan's jaw clenched and anger boiled under his skin: "The files are in my father's penthouse just outside the city." Jackson carefully observed their reactions and continued his words: “Whoever finds this file will not only ensure the future of the company, but will also be given the highest authority within the company.” There was a lot of murmur in t

Miranda, the owner of a successful company, was looking forward to landing a lucrative contract. However, to our disappointment, Jackson, the person in charge, suddenly terminated the contract. Miranda felt a constant sense of disappointment whenever she interacted with Jackson. Their conversation was boring and lifeless, and she despised him with every fiber of her being. But she knew that if Miranda was going to convince him and sign a contract with the company, she would have to remain polite. One day, Jackson received an invitation from his co-workers George and Ken to join them at a local bar. . Unknown to Jackson, Miranda decided to manipulate him and decided to follow him. She planned to disguise herself as one of the bar's strippers to get close to Jackson and gain her advantage. As the night progressed, Miranda took the opportunity to refill Jackson's drink. She carefully poured the substance into his glass so that he would not pay attention to its presence. Soon th

Very early the next day, some guards cane to take Jackson out, leading him to a small room where he was handed back all his things. He quickly finished and was led out by some men towards the gate. On the way, he bumper into Pfficer Tim, whose face turned grim on seeing him. "Congratulations on being let out, Mr Walters. You sure made my job way easier." He mubled sarcastically and Cjad had to laugh. "That's what you get for being so fraudulent."He was so happy that the charges were finally cleared from his name. At the gate, Morgan joined him with a bow, and they got into a luxurious Lamborghini. "Where are we going, if I may ask?" Jackson wanted to see his mother and his little sister first. Her missed them so much. "Your mother is fine." Morgan mumbled, handing him an Ipad. It showed the CCTV footage of his mothers hospital ward. Their eyes had lighted up after listening to the news of him being acquitted. Jackson was finally able to relax as the car sped along. The marvel o

Officer Ivan gave a low scowl. "You think I'm here for games?" He banged the table. "Tell me! How did you get 2kg of cocaine? Who are your supplies? Who are the accomplices?"Jackson only stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "I have nothing to do with those drugs. I haven't done drugs in my entire life, can't you hear me?"Ivan shook his head in disbelief, giving Jackson the impression that he was already convinced he was the culprit. No amount of talking could make him believe otherwise. "Look here, pal. Hiding these things won’t pay you off in the long run, the faster you confess, the better we are at finding ways to salvage the situation." Ivan tried to take a more reasonable approach. Jackson suddenly zoned out. He wasn't ready to listen to someone try to force him to confess to a crime he didn't commit. "I'd rather wait for the DNA screening of the cocaine pack. For now, I’ll say nothing else until I have a lawyer.” He paused to hold Ivan’s gaze. “And I’ll have you know tha

In the interrogation room, Jackson sat opposite a tall bearly officer with grey sunken eyes and a very gruff voice, Tim Hawkins.“I’m asking you for the last time, what is the motive behind your crime? Why did you molest a 17 year old, stabbing her with a table knife?” Tim asked again, slamming his fists on the table along for emphasis.“Table knife?” Jackson scoffed. “Was my fingerprint also on that, like every other thing you guys have investigated?”“You bastard! Answer my question!”Jackson glanced at the sweaty officer up and down, anger brewing in his mind. No matter how much he tried to explain what really happened, the man insisted that he was guilty.He was beginning to think he committed those crimes himself.“Are you deaf?” Tim growled in anger. “You don’t want me to employ other methods, do you?” He grabbed Jackson’s collar violently.His colleagues standing outside the room quickly rushed in. “What’s wrong, Officer Tim?” They tried to stop him.“Huh, nothing.” He replied