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Didn’t Do Enough.
Author: ThePhenomenalScribe
last update2025-07-30 19:44:26

It was only a matter of time before the media tore down the remains of Liam Crest to pieces.

It was a pretty beautiful sight to behold.

There were countless clips of the press conference all over the place. TikTok, Twitter, YouTube...and surprisingly, some mid-day talk shows had already started out with dissecting every syllable of his self-incriminating call.

Liam's name was trending for all the wrong reasons. Again.

#TheRemainsOfTheCrestsCollapseToDust

#LiarLiam

#MemoOnHowToRuinYourLegacy

And then major outlets ran some variations of the same headline:

"Ex-CEO Exposed in a Viral Leak: Sinclair Hale Flips Scandal on The Crest Empire."

Looked like he'd been trying to buy back the trust of a few investors. Maybe an attempt to bounce back? Whatever, the main point is, they dropped him.

His number of his followers on his socials has drastically reduced to almost nothing.

Standing in the middle of my quiet and cold office, I was hardly satisfied.

And then I recalled something.

Apr
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