"Since you're here, Andrew, you go et him and see what he wants to do now!"
Marz was unwilling to confront David personally and had no choice but to instruct Andrew to do so.
Andrew nodded and imdiately went out, walking all the way to the lobby of the office area. As expected, David had already arrived.
He imdiately greeted him and said, "Director David, what brings you to our prison today?"
"Deputy Warden Andrew, do you rember what I said yesterday?"
Seeing David's confident deanor, Andrew felt increasingly uneasy and replied, "What do you an, Director David?"
"Yesterday, I ntioned that the National Tax Bureau ca with sincerity to speak with you. You said everything needs evidence. Well, since you want evidence, I'll satisfy you today!"
With those words, Nisen stepped forward and handed over a file folder to Andrew.
Andrew's mood beca heavier, for David's appearance didn't seem like a bluff. Could the contents of this bag actually be evidence?
"What's the matter, now that I've brought the evidence, are you afraid to look?"
Andrew snapped back to reality, and, despite the unease in his heart, he took the file folder, opened it, and began to examine the docunts inside. Experience exclusive tales on мѵʟ
But as the contents unfolded before his eyes, his hands and legs began to tremble. After having read everything, he asked in a tone filled with fear and exasperation, "Where did you get these from?"
"Deputy Warden Andrew, do you think I need to tell you?"
"You..."
Andrew's eyes turned red, but this ti, he couldn't muster any words of retort.
"How about it, Deputy Warden Andrew, are you satisfied with this evidence?"
Andrew clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were almost piercing into his palms.
Because the docunts explicitly recorded who he had exploited among the prisoners over the past few months, which companies had given him kickbacks, and how the money was laundered into various accounts. All his illicit activities, all the financial details, were crystal clear; he couldn't possibly argue with ten mouths.
Finally, he sighed resignedly and said, "Sigh, I can pay the taxes for you..."
"That's a given, but... I also need a little help from you. I observed yesterday that the special prison als and the prisoners' labor are definitely worth more than what you've reported to the National Tax Bureau. I need a real ledger from you!"
"No, our accounts are correct, I will only pay my own due in taxes. The rest has nothing to do with ."
"Do you think you still have a choice?"
"You..."
Andrew ground his teeth in anger once again, but rembering that soone else now had the upper hand over him,
and considering David had personally seen to it that higher-ups like Sparks and Henderson were put behind bars, sending him would be a matter of minutes, forcing him to suppress his anger and explain, "If I hand the ledger over to you, then I can't stay here any longer. Besides, this isn't sothing a Deputy Warden can decide!"
"It's not for you to decide, you say? Then go notify soone who can."
"Do you think I'm that important to them, to the GCO? Let tell you, even if I do notify them, they won't comply!"
What Andrew was really saying was that although David had caught him this ti, the others, in hopes of preserving their careers, would definitely choose to abandon him over handing over the ledgers, given the choice.
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