056. The Confrontation
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2025-09-18 23:14:22

Niccolo sat in the dimly lit office of the mayor’s long-trusted lawyer, Crawford. Files lay scattered across the mahogany desk, filled with names, numbers, and damning evidence. The scent of old books and fresh ink clung to the air.

Crawford adjusted his glasses, flipping through the last folder. “There’s no question about it,” he said firmly. “These offshore accounts are linked directly to Joshua. The wire transfers, the shell companies, the timing—it’s all airtight. And this—” He tapped a sworn statement on the desk. “—this testimony from one of his former employees is gold. The man says he personally helped move funds under Joshua’s orders. We can bury him in court.”

Niccolo leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together, his expression unreadable.

Crawford studied him carefully. “My advice? Hand it over to the police. They’ll have everything they need to drag him into custody.”

For a long moment, silence lingered between them. Then Niccolo shook his head slowly. “Not yet. If
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