Victor's eyes widened as he realized the implications of what he had just heard. Frankman, the owner of the company, was involved in a scheme to rebrand used cars as new ones and sell them to unsuspecting customers. This was illegal at best.A moral dilemma gripped Victor. He knew that he had just uncovered something unethical and potentially illegal. He considered his options, knowing that he had a duty to uphold honesty and focus on passing his mission. He knew there was no way he would expose such a secret.Victor decided to step away from the door and continue down the hallway. He needed time to think and gather more information about the situation. This discovery had put him in a difficult position, and he had to determine the best course of action. Protecting the company's reputation and the customers' interests was paramount, but he had to find a way to do it without jeopardizing his own career and well-being.***After a long and tiring day at Frankman Motor Company, Victor fo

As the days turned into weeks, Victor's strategy bore fruit. Many of the transferred clients not only decided to stay with the dealership but also expanded their investments, purchasing additional vehicles for their families and businesses. The word of mouth about Victor's exceptional service and the dealership's commitment to their customers began to spread, attracting new clients and boosting the dealership's reputation.Frankman watched with satisfaction as Victor's dedication and expertise not only retained Triston's clients but also expanded the dealership's customer base. It was a testament to the power of exceptional customer service, trust, and a well-executed sales and marketing strategy. The showroom bustled with activity, and the future of the dealership looked brighter than ever, all thanks to Victor's skillful management and commitment to Frankman's vision.Frankman called Victor into his office; he wanted to commend him for the good job he has been doing for the company.

Mark stepped back; the room was filled with oppressive silence. The truth had been extracted, but the consequences of Victor's actions remained to be determined. He wanted Triston to make the decision about what he wanted to do to Victor. The darkness in the room seemed to deepen, mirroring the heaviness of the situation.***The following morning, Mark left the dimly lit room where Victor was still bound, his conscience heavy with the weight of the night's events. He had obtained the confession he needed from Victor, but now he faced an excruciating dilemma.He met up with Triston in the police interrogation room, where he had his phone in hand. They were sitting in front of each other, gazing at themselves in anticipation. Mark's face was etched with the torment of the previous night."Triston," Mark began, his voice low and conflicted, "I've got something to tell you, something you won't believe."Triston had no idea that Mark had kidnapped Victor the night before. Triston leaned i

***The following morning,At South Dakota’s police station, Mark and Detective Brian were sitting in front of each other in a dimly lit room that had no windows. Mark was in handcuffs and was still in his clothes from yesterday. He hasn’t been put in a cell yet.“So, I want you to tell me everything that happened; we got Victor’s statements, and we want you to give us yours; make sure you don’t lie,” Brian said with a focused look at Mark.I can’t believe I got caught. I shouldn’t have involved myself in this, but Triston is like a brother to me. I know he would have done the same for me, Mark thought. He started to regret leaving Victor at his apartment alone; if he had known, he would have just found a way to reach out to Triton at the station.“Before you start talking, make sure you know that if you lie, you only risk the chances of your case getting critical, so I suggest you be truthful if you want your case to not be so bad,” Brian advised. He knew that people like Mark would

Triston was taken back into the cell as he saw Mark sitting on the floor at the end of the cell. He approached him with rage in his eyes. He grabbed Mark by his shirt as Mark stood up.“Why the hell did you confess to kidnapping Victor Garica?” He asked, leaving no room for evasion.“Why did I confess? Do you think I had a choice? They had all the evidence that I kidnapped him already!” Mark defended. He wondered why Triston was being aggressive with him.“Why did you have to be so careless? How did Victor end up escaping when you had him tied up?” Triston glared at him. He was fuming with the anger from the interrogation he just came back from.Mark removed Triston’s hands from his shirt aggressively. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me like that, or else I will forget that you are my best friend,” Mark threatened. He didn’t like the way Triston was passing the blame onto him.“I don’t know how Victor escaped, but the thing is, he did and called the police; he gave a statement about