Allen’s explanation for why he was there the night of the incident confird Atlas’s theory. Although Allen’s reason caught him off guard, it aligned with what Atlas had guessed about what could’ve happened that night.
"I see." Atlas nodded in understanding, looking at Allen as if he were about to say sothing insulting.
Seeing the look in Atlas’s eyes, Allen laughed awkwardly. "It was a dumb thing to do, wasn’t it?"
Yes — if Atlas were to be direct, that would be the truth.
"Allen, even if you finish a year’s work in advance, do you think it would make happy?" Atlas replied, his tone a little dead. "I’d just find so other work for you and to do. aning, more work for the both of us."
"Hah... now that I think about it, that’s true," Allen laughed awkwardly. "I guess I was just too happy and excited about the raise I got and didn’t think about anything else."
"So next ti, even if you find yourself in a similar situation, the first thing you should do is run," Atlas suggested firmly. "Playing the hero is beyond your pay grade. Though I appreciate your loyalty, I don’t pay you to do that."
Allen smiled helplessly. "Boss, I did it because that guy has always been a problem for you."
"And let him be a problem. I’d prefer that over having to look for a new assistant." Atlas’s tone and expression remained unchanged. "That’s an entirely different problem, which is also a hassle."
However, Allen’s smile widened, despite Atlas’s unappreciative remarks. His boss might not have said it outright, but Allen understood Atlas’s good intentions.
"Anyway, if this happens again, don’t do anything. Although Sven is in custody now, it’s better to be cautious."
Allen nodded in understanding, though his smile faded. "Boss, can I ask you sothing?"
"What is it?"
"My girlfriend ntioned that Sven tried to finish the job, and if not for you, I would’ve been dead by now," Allen said. "But the more I think about it, the more confused I get."
Atlas tilted his head. "What’s confusing about that?"
"Didn’t the police catch him right away?"
"No. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance." Atlas sighed deeply at the thought. "For so reason, the caras on the floor where the incident happened weren’t working that night. There were no eyewitnesses to help with the investigation, and the scene was staged, as you already know. Fortunately, we were able to retrieve dashcam footage showing Sven’s car approaching the company building around the sa ti you returned."
Deep lines appeared on Allen’s forehead. He wasn’t sure if his confusion ca from what happened after the incident or if his mind just wasn’t processing everything clearly.
"You seem confused," Atlas noted. "Is there sothing you want to say?"
"No, sir. It’s just... it doesn’t make sense to ."
"What doesn’t make sense to you?"
"Why are there no eyewitnesses?" Allen blurted out, still puzzled. "The security guard told about Sven before I even got in the building."
"What?"
Allen’s furrowed brows deepened. "The security guard on duty that night said Sven was inside to pick up so of his things. He thought Sven ca at that ti to avoid seeing people in the office. Considering the reason for his termination, it made sense that he wouldn’t want to face anyone."
"Initially, I thought you were aware of it and just didn’t bother telling anyone. After all, even though Sven Bennett was terminated, he’s still your cousin," Allen continued. "So, the investigation shouldn’t have been that hard, especially since the guard saw him that night."
"..." For a while, Atlas was silent, staring at Allen. "None of the security guards said they saw Sven that night."
"What?" Allen frowned. "That’s impossible. I’m sure of it because I kept thinking about it on the way to the office."
Atlas pressed his lips together. "Tell the na of the security guard. I’ll check again."
"Of course, sir." Allen nodded, pausing as he looked at his boss. "And, sir, there’s another thing I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"When I fell down the stairs... I was still conscious," Allen confessed, recalling that mont.
That night, when Allen fell, he briefly lost consciousness. However, when he regained awareness, all he saw was Sven looking down at him from where Allen had fallen. His vision blurred, but he could still see the panic on Sven’s face.
"I rember him... leaving, running away," Allen whispered, recalling how he’d mustered the courage to call for help. But instead of helping, Sven had freaked out and dashed out of the ergency exit, leaving Allen to die.
"I’m not saying he’s innocent, but I don’t think it was Sven who staged the scene," Allen said with certainty. "I was struggling to stay conscious because I was scared that if I passed out, I might not wake up. But after a while, I heard voices around ."
"Do you rember what they were saying?"
Allen shook his head, sighing. "Their voices sounded distant, so I couldn’t make out the words. But I do rember one thing: I rember one of the n laughing."
"They were laughing?"
"Mhm." Allen nodded. "They laughed a little when I opened my eyes. I can’t rember anything else after that because I was knocked unconscious again."
Silence fell in the ward, neither of them speaking. Atlas mulled over the new information, while Allen continued to think it over.
"Knowing Sven, I don’t think he did all of that, sir," Allen spoke again after a long silence, eting Atlas’s gaze. "I’m sure because he panicked. I don’t think he would’ve co back to stage the scene and make it look like an accident."
No matter how cruel and narcissistic Sven was, he wasn’t that ticulous. If Sven had been that clever, he would’ve stood a chance against Atlas. But everyone knew Sven’s position in the company was only thanks to the chairman.
"So, you’re saying..." Atlas trailed off, a glint flickering in his eyes. "... Sven must have soone helping him?"
"I can’t say for sure, but sir..." Allen paused before asking, "Does your family have any enemies who could be helping Sven clean up his ss?"
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