Richard’s Damage Control
Richard quickly stood up, trying to downplay the evidence I just showed them. ‘Folks, let’s not jump to conclusions,’ he said, waving his hand dismissively as if swatting away the truth.
His words stumbled as he attempted to regain his composure. ‘We’ve probably just mixed something up,’ he continued, trying to act as if the proof on my phone wasn’t as solid as it was.
Despite his efforts, the room remained silent, the undeniable truth hanging in the air.