“Why the fuck will everyone think I killed my own brother?” It was all confusing and unbelievable. He was already cold with the fear inside of him, he looked around a thousand times hoping his brother might just come back to life and put an end to all of this. His wrists were still cuffed, his mind spinning. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Just hours ago, he had been in a meeting with his brother, the same brother who had proudly introduced him to the company as his successor. In just a matter of hours, his life had completely turned around for the bad! Jonathan was now gone, and Bruce was being accused of his murder. He stared at the officers standing before him, their expressions stern and unwavering. He searched their faces for any sign that this might be some kind of sick joke, but those men were too serious, there was no sign of a joke. “Wait a minute, are y'all serious about this?” Bruce asked only to be ignored by the cops. “Is this for real?” Bruce asked again, his