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Brielle began, her voice steady despite the chaos. “A whole bunch of folks saw the message Sarah left in the group chat. Plus, I called the cops the minute I saw it last night, asking them to keep a close eye on Sarah’s whereabouts. And let me tell you, the surveillance around my neighborhood is top–notch monitors my every move 24/7. I didn’t step foot outside my complex last night, so I’ve got a solid alibi. To say I’m the killer is jumping the gun, don’t you think?”
Brielle’s composure was unexpected, given the circumstances.
Simon, not the sharpest tool in the shed, only knew how to make a scene. Sweat broke out on his forehead, betraying his panic. This was not going according to plan. He shot his wife a look, and they were both wailing again in an instant.
“Oh Lord, what sins have we committed to cross paths with such a person? Sarah, Mom and Dad miss you so much.”
“Brielle, it’s all your fault. An eye for an eye – I’ll fight you to the end!”
The woman lunged forward again, but the security team from Dorsey International was already on the scene, and the police had arrived with them. The officers were taken aback by the couple’s spectacle at Dorsey International.
Brielle, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, approached the police. “Hello, I’m the one who called in last night.”
The officer snapped to attention, all business. “Ms. Brielle, good to hear from you. After your call last night, we’ve been tracking Sarah. But by that time, she was already missing. We’ve been searching non–stop until about two hours ago when we found her body.”
The body had been found just two hours ago, but the parents had the obituary photo ready. They had already pinned the murder on Brielle, demanding an explanation from Dorsey International before the police had even identified a suspect.
The bystanders were starting to catch on – it seemed like the grieving parents were trying to shake down Dorsey International for a quick buck.
The onlookers, previously spectating, now was impressed with Brielle’s transparency. The fact that Brielle was the one who called the police, had them tilting their sympathies toward her. But that didn’t fully clear Brielle of suspicion, especially with the video of her pressuring Sarah still circulating.
Brielle nodded coolly at the officer. “Do I need to come with you to the station for a statement?”
That was what the officer had in mind, but Simon and the woman resumed their theatrics, collapsing onto the floor in tears. They might have had the moral high ground at first, but their tantrum was quickly eroding it.
Brielle looked up at the Dorsey International employees. “Could someone assist these folks to
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the lobby to rest? As for the rest, let’s wait for the police investigation results.”
The security guards nodded, moving to help Simon and the others. But Sarah’s father, Simon, a seasoned drama king, whipped out his phone to start recording. “Look at this, everyone! This is the vile face of Sarah’s boss she’s the one who killed my daughter.”
The woman’s cries tore through the air, and the chaos intensified. Brielle, however, remained focused and asked the officer, “How long will the statement take?”
The officer, caught off guard by her composure, replied, “Half an hour.”
Brielle nodded, then addressed her colleagues, “I’ll try to make it back by the afternoon shift. I’d appreciate it if the reports on the other company issues could be on my desk before I return.”
She was wrapped up in a murder case and was still delegating tasks for the afternoon. Her colleagues were stunned but then returned to their desks, their respect for her growing.
Witnessing the scene, the crowd outside was at a loss for words.
Somebody had already started a live stream of the drama, and initially, the comments were full of vitriol against Brielle. But now, different opinions were surfacing.
“This Brielle is really pretty, and her colleagues seem to respect her a lot. Could we have gotten it wrong?”
“Pretty, sure, but don’t be fooled. She looks so good and so young – who knows how she really got her job.”
“She was a valedictorian, for heaven’s sake. It was all over the papers. Heck, her study notes are still selling like hotcakes online.”
“Now that you mention it, I remember. My daughter was in the same class as her. A real looker, that girl – such bright eyes, but she never was one for mingling.”
“You guys must’ve been paid off by Brielle to say such things. It’s disgusting, siding with a murderer!”
