Knox

I watch the sweat bead up on his forehead, his hands twitching nervously. 

The recording of his voice still lingers in the air. He knows what’s coming. His face, once full of pride and ambition, is now pale and lined with fear. His eyes are wide with guilt, and I can almost taste the desperation in his voice when he speaks.

"Knox, please," Mr. Carter pleads, his voice breaking as he looks at me, his fear palpable. "I’ll do anything. Please, don’t let that recording get out. It’ll ruin me. Everything I’ve worked for... it’ll all be over."

A chuckle slips from my lips, but it’s dry, lacking any...