Chapter 148: The Truth of TARS-38604
"So, Miss Jones..." Gene asked calmly, "Do you have solid evidence to indict my company?"
Jessica Jones crossed her arms defiantly. "Not yet. But I will." Her tone was sharp. "And right now, I’m leaving."
To her surprise, Gene Mason didn’t move to stop her. No guards, no threats, no smirking villains. Nothing. In fact, as she stepped toward the elevator, Gene even stepped aside with the grace of a gentleman, giving her the right of way.
What the hell?
Inside the elevator, Jessica blinked in confusion. She’d worked as a private investigator for years. No one reacted like that when caught in a corporate conspiracy. Not even close. People panicked, threatened, bribed, begged. But Gene Mason had looked at her like she was commenting on the weather.
As the elevator descended, Gene returned to his office. Moments later, a meeting request flashed on his screen. He accepted.
In walked a well-groomed middle-aged man—Arnold—the very same person Jessica had seen unconscious behind the wheel of his car.
"Sir," Arnold said respectfully, "as per your instructions, I let the private investigator take my fingerprints, retinal ID, and keycard access."
"I know," Gene replied flatly. "We just met downstairs."
Arnold hesitated, his expression anxious. "But sir... she’s a private detective. I don’t understand why—"
"You’ve done well, Arnold," Gene interrupted. "That’s all I needed. Enjoy your vacation."