All Eyes On Me
I stood, the creak of chairs echoing in the otherwise hushed room. Mr. Dwyer set his pen down, giving me his attention. Jacob waved a dismissive hand. “Sit down, Kim. Not the time,” he said, but I remained standing. “I have something for the record,” I declared firmly. Greg interjected softly, “Let her speak,” while Donnie placed his backpack on his knee, ready for support. Laura faced Mr. Dwyer, her voice calm but insistent. “Please allow it,” she said. Mr. Dwyer nodded, granting permission. “You have the floor, but keep it brief.” I looked around the table, scanning the expectant faces. “This won’t take long,” I assured them.
All Eyes On Me
I Bring The Evidence
I unzipped my bag and carefully pulled out a small recorder. Jacob frowned sharply. “What is that?” he asked, his voice tight. I placed the device on the table and pressed my thumb against the screen. “A voicemail,” I said simply. “From Roger. He sent it to me.” Mr. Dwyer leaned forward, eyebrows raised. “Is this relevant to the estate?” he inquired. “It’s relevant to the truth,” I replied steadily. Jacob scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “This stunt ends now.” Laura’s voice cut in firmly, “Play it.” Greg gave a nod of encouragement, while Donnie tapped the table lightly. “Roll it, Kim.”
I Bring The Evidence
