Like My Father Before Me

by Kongu123

Kay Faraday has become a prosecutor, and to take down the evil companies destroying LA, she must rebuild the Yatagarasu, with two people she can trust. Spoilers for everything. Rated T for Language and Violence.

10. Mistaken Part 4

Like My Father Before Me:

Episode 3 (Part 4): Mistaken

By: Kongu123

Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney, or any of the related characters, logo's, ect.

I'm so glad people are reading this, even after an extended absence. It's already getting as popular as my first fic :D.

Thank for all the reviews, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter...

P.S. If you haven't noticed a pattern to the names for the OC's in this episode, you need to catch up on your late nineties sci-fi movies (coughMATRIXcough).

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July 23rd, 2027, 9:50AM

District Court,

Defendant Lobby #1

Anderson rubbed his wrists as the handcuffs were taken off, "Sorry I'm so late, my friend. Apparently, every single jail guard was late to work this morning."

Apollo shrugged, "It's fine. Sleep well?"

Anderson's eyebrow raised, "I... slept fine. Why?"

The lawyer packed up his briefcase, "Just pleasantries. You ready for this morning?"

Picking up a glass of coffee from the table, Anderson nodded, "I think the bigger question is, are you?"

The briefcase snapped shut, and Apollo grinned, "Fully prepared. Provided nobody else goes in there with new evidence, we should be fine."

Anderson's eyes narrowed, "Fine isn't perfect. Are you saying that your case is imperfect?"

Apollo laughed, which admittedly scared Anderson, "You sound like Manfred von Karma. He was a sworn believer in perfection, whether his target was guilty or not."

The CEO's arms folded, "That guy put away tons of criminals. Why wouldn't you want to be like him?"

Apollo snorted, "Because his belief in perfection blinded him. And then, one guy came and that little perfection off, and his reaction to that cost him his career, his reputation, and ultimately, his life."

The defense attorney began walking toward the door, "I didn't get to where I am because I have a misguided belief in absolute perfection..."

Anderson's frown turned into a knowing smile, "I never said you had, kid. I never said you had."

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July 23rd, 2027, 10:00AM

District Court,

Courtroom #3

BANG!

"Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Steven Anderson." The Judge's voice boomed through the room, "Is the defense and the prosecution ready to present their respective cases?"

Payne pushed his glasses up his nose and put on his triumphant grin, "The prosecution is ready, your Honor."

Apollo folded his arms stared back at Payne, "The defense is prepared and ready, your Honor."

The Judge nodded and turned to Payne, "Yesterday, we left off on two things: the motive, and the murder weapon. Mr. Payne, your results on these matters?"

Payne puffed himself up importantly, "Your Honor, we have the results back from Mr. Anderson's watch..." Payne deflated and began sweating, "It had nothing on it except for strands of hair which is surmised to have come from Mr. Anderson's arm..."

The Judge sighed, "So... we still don't have a murder weapon?"

Payne regained his confidence, "Your Honor, just because we don't have a murder weapon, does not mean that Anderson did not commit the crime. He does have a motive! A very good one!"

The Judge nodded, "Very well, I suppose you are continuing your presentation from yesterday?"

Payne nodded, "To present the evidence and give expert testimony on it: Detective Ema Skye."

Ema walked up to the stand, garbed in her trademark lab coat, and eating out of a bag of snackoos,. Payne nodded to her in acknowledgement, "Name and occupation please?"

Ema grabbed a snackoo and began munching on it, "Ema Skye. Detective in homicides MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH down at the precinct."

Apollo glared at her, "I doubt this is incredibly important, but I thought Detective Gumshoe was on this case?"

Payne grimaced, "Detective Gumshoe was taken off the case yesterday. As for why, you said it, it isn't important."

Apollo tried his best to hide his smile, ("Ha! I was right! This gives me even more ammunition...").

The Judge looked at Ema expectantly, "Well, detective? Please give us your testimony on the motive for the murder of Ms. Smith."

Ema nodded, "You got it..."

WITNESS TESTIMONY: Anderson's Motive

"The victim had recently been selling certain company secrets to rival agencies."

"These secrets caused Bluecorp stocks to drop quite a bit."

"Seeing as how his company had been losing money already, it is easy to see why he killed her."

"Obviously, he needed her silence more than he needed a secretary."

Payne was grinning triumphantly at Apollo, who looked bored, "...Great. Cross examination time, isn't it your Honor?"

The judge looked surprised, "Mr. Justice, did you see something in that testimony that didn't make sense?"

Apollo grinned in a way that was reminiscent of Payne, who was now sweating, "I'd be happy to tell you... when I do my Cross Examination."

The Judge nodded eagerly, "Please begin, Mr. Justice. I'm interested in what other things will light up this case!"

Ema, Apollo, and Payne looked at the Judge in confusion. The Judge cleared his throat nervously, "Just, begin the cross examination..."

CROSS EXAMINATION (Justice VS Payne): Anderson's Motive

"The victim had recently been selling certain company secrets to rival agencies."

"Hold It! What kind of secrets are these?"

Ema sighed, "What possible reason could you have for me to answer that question?"

Apollo smiled, "I promise that there is a reason for it. Actually..." He chuckled, "Hold that question. Let me ask a different one first. What correlation is there between these 'company secrets', and these stocks plummeting."

Ema frowned, "Well, they happened in the same week. And I know what you are about to ask, and yes, there is another correlation."

The detective pulled out a phone, "This is a Bluecorp model phone."

Anderson reacted visibly to the phone, "That's the model J. It never made the market..."

Ema smiled, "And your company lost a bit of money because of that. Didn't you?"

Anderson sighed, "On the American market, yes."

Ema's smiled disappeared instantly, replaced by a worried frown, "What do you mean 'American market'?"

Anderson spread his hands, "The model J was incredibly popular almost everywhere else. Especially at a promotional event we did in Cairo."

Payne recoiled, "Wait, so... you did lose money, right?"

Anderson smirked, "Actually, I suppose I should have mentioned this sooner, but we actually would have lost a ton of money if Ms. Smith hadn't sold those numbers. You see, all the companies she sold this information to immediately focused their phones on the American market. By the time they realized what had happened, it was too late."

Ema munched angrily on a snackoo, "But, your stocks plummeted! I saw it, and you can't tell me that it was just American stocks. Stocks are the same internationally! You still lost money!"

Anderson's eyebrow shot up, "This happened a month ago. Yes, our phone didn't take in the international market until after our stocks dropped, but since then they have raised beyond what they were before the model J."

Ema's scowl was the opposite of Apollo's triumphant grin, "Ergo, my client had a motive to reward this woman. Not kill her."

The courtroom was suddenly victim to the murmurs of the gallery. The Judge slammed his gavel and demanded silence. Than, he turned irritably to Payne, "The defense just destroyed your motive. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Payne instantly pointed at Anderson, "What doesn't change is the fact that Anderson is the only who could have killed her! He could have cleaned the watch, and he could be lying about not being in a bad relationship with the victim!"

Anderson sighed, and then his eyebrow shot up in surprise to Apollo's expression, which was of calm confidence.

"The only one, you say?" Apollo laughed, "I'm afraid I have proof that says otherwise."

Payne recoiled in shock, "Impossible! Let's see it!"

The judge nodded, "Very well then, Mr. Justice. I want two things. One: I want this evidence you speak of. Two: I want the name of the person you are accusing of murdering Ms. Smith."

Apollo smiled, "The evidence will probably answer both questions."

The Judge nodded, "Then present it. What is this evidence you speak of?"

"Take That!"

Payne gasped, "A video tape? You found a tape of the murder?"

Apollo rolled his eyes, "No. If I had found that, I would have presented it sooner."

The Judge looked confused, "Then, what is it?"

Apollo held up the tape in question, "If someone would roll in a video player, I will show you..."

The Judge nodded and gestured to the bailiff, "Bailiff, obtain a video player and bring it here. We need to see this evidence that Mr. Justice obtained."

"Objection!"

Everyone's heads turned to Payne, who was pointing at Apollo, "Why wasn't this evidence brought to the police?"

Apollo shrugged, "Because it wasn't necessarily related to the case until you made mention of Anderson being the only suspect. Before, you never mentioned that Anderson was the only suspect. C'mon, Payne. You know evidence law..."

Payne's teeth began chattering as the video player was brought into the room. Apollo handed the tape to the bailiff. Anderson leaned over, "I hope this tape isn't like the one you presented in your last case..."

Apollo grimaced, unconsciously gripping his shoulder, "Don't remind me of that..."

The bailiff began to play the tape, and it showed the area next to the security office, then it began to static and whiteout. However, before it gave way to complete static, a clear image of a blond woman in a suit walking away, and talking to Atkinson, then the screen went into complete static.

The Judge pointed at the T.V, "Bailiff, pause it at that last moment. Ah..." It showed Smith talking to Atkinson. It's time stamp indicated that it was not only on the night of the murder, but it was near the time of death. Payne recoiled in shock. So did Ema.

Apollo gestured at the TV with a pleased expression, "As you can see, the victim was seen talking to one last person before her demise: Mr. Atkinson, the Security Guard!"

The gallery began it's whispering, and the Judge slammed his gavel, "Silence! Mr. Justice, are you implying that Mr. Atkinson is the killer?"

Apollo's eyebrow shot up.

The Judge shook his head, "Perhaps that was something of a stupid question..."

"Objection!" Payne was sweating so much that his suit would probably require weeks of dry cleaning, "This doesn't prove that he killed her! She was passing the security booth! Does that mean he killed her? Obviously not!"

"Objection!" Apollo grinned fiercely, "If you look at the video closely, you will see that she is heading for the parking garage! She is obviously heading home."

Payne recoiled in shock, then quickly collected himself, "She could be getting something she had forgotten in her car."

Apollo folded his arms and glared sternly at Payne, "While carrying her briefcase and coat?"

Payne's mouth dropped open as he realized that his argument didn't hold water. His head banged against his desk in defeat.

The Judge turned to Apollo, "The defense should have been more forthcoming with such evidence. I know that you are attempting to follow law, Mr. Justice, but it seemed like you are trying to harder to make Mr. Payne look like an idiot than you re trying to prove your case."

Apollo remained silent.

The Judge sighed, "In addition, I would like more evidence that Mr. Atkinson committed the murder."

Apollo nodded, "My evidence, is the lack of it."

The Judge stared at him for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you elaborate?"

Apollo spread his hands, "The prosecution has yet to produce evidence that my client killed the victim. In addition, I just provided evidence that places someone completely different in a better position, and the knowledge of the building to dispose the body."

The Judge threw his hands into the air, "Fine! This lack of evidence has hounded us from the beginning! Bailiff, bring this Mr. Atkinson to the stand. Drag him by his hair, if necessary. I'm calling a twenty minute recess to do just that!"

BANG!

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July 23rd 2027, 11:00PM

District Court,

Courtroom #3

Apollo waited patiently at his desk while Payne rustled through his three pages of notes. Apollo sighed, (How the hell is he expecting to win with three pages of notes?).

The Judge resumed his seat,

BANG!

"Court is back in session. Now then, Mr. Payne. Is the witness here, and prepared?"

Payne smiled nervously, "Um... well, you see, your Honor..."

The Judge glared at Payne, "You mean he isn't here? What have been doing for the last twenty minutes?"

Payne began sweating, "Your Honor, I've had him here since this morning. I had him registered as a witness already."

The Judge blinked, "You have?"

Payne nodded, "I was going to have him testify about Anderson's motive. However, that sort of dribbled away from notice."

Apollo grinned, "Well, you don't have to have him testify, if you can prove that Anderson did it."

Payne grimaced, and remained silent. Apollo simply chuckled.

The Judge turned to the bailiff, "Bring in the witness!"

Atkinson was escorted into the room, and went immediately to the stand. He nervously smiled, and Payne looked up from his paltry notes, "Name and occupation, please?"

Atkinson adjusted his tie, "My name is Phil Atkinson. I'm a security guard at Bluecorp."

The Judge nodded, "Mr. Atkinson, the reason you are here has changed. You are no longer here to testify as to Mr. Anderson's motive for murder."

Atkinson blinked in confusion, "What do you mean? That's What Mr. Payne subpoenaed me for..."

The Judge nodded, "Indeed, but now you are here to help prove your own guilt or innocence in this crime."

Atkinsons eyes bulged in their sockets, "What! ME! Why?" Atkinson turned to Apollo, "What possible evidence do you have that I killed her?"

Apollo simply stared at him for a moment. Then, "Your Honor, I'd like to request that the witness testify about his whereabouts on the evening of the murder."

The Judge nodded, "A sensible request. Are there any objections from the prosecution?"

Payne hung his head in shame and failure. Apollo shook his head at the sight, ("Come on, at least put up a fight...").

Atkinson gulped, threw a dirty look at Apollo and Anderson, then began...

WITNESS TESTIMONY: "Where I was..."

"I work the night shift, which begins at 9:00 and ends at 6:00."

"I was working the night of the murder, and it had been a quiet night."

"I believe Ms. Smith arrived before I clocked in."

"I didn't see her the entire night, and I never noticed anything on the security footage."

"I'm still not sure how the tape disappeared, but the police said it wasn't there the next day."

Atkinson concluded. He had fully composed himself and didn't look nervous anymore. Payne sighed in relief, "Well, that wraps things up."

Apollo shook his head, "Please, Mr. Payne. Please tell me you saw what was wrong with his testimony?"

Payne frowned, "It was as spotless as my tie."

The Judge nodded at Apollo, "Begin your cross examination, Mr. Justice. I wish to see where this rabbit hole goes..."

("Why is he alluding to Alice in Wonderland?") Apollo turned to Atkinson, "Let's finish this."

CROSS EXAMINATION (Justice VS Payne): "Where I was..."

"I work the night shift, which begins at 9:00 and ends at 6:00."

"I was working the night of the murder, and it had been a quiet night."

"Hold It!" Apollo tapped his desk, "So you didn't notice anything on the security cameras that suggested anything was afoot?"

Atkinson shook his head, "Just like I told the police. Hey..." Atkinsons eyebrows furrowed in anger, "Just because I didn't see anything doesn't make me a murderer!"

Payne grinned, "That's right! I won't stand for the assault of this valiant witness."

Apollo shook his head, "Oh yes. He valiantly witnessed nothing. Let's move on."

"I believe Ms. Smith arrived before I clocked in."

"I didn't see her the entire night, and I never noticed anything on the security footage."

"Objection!"

Apollo held up the video tape, "Mr. Atkinson, do you know what this is?"

Atkinson looked at it suspiciously, "It's a video tape. Plays in those old VHS players. Still used by security systems for some reason. Why?"

Apollo nodded, "And?"

Atkinson grunted, "What do you mean 'and'? I've never seen it before, and I don't know whats on it. After all, those are notoriously easy to fake."

Payne's grin grew even wider, "Oh really?" Apollo glared at him, "Stop right there. This is legitimate. We can have it analyzed by the police."

The Judge nodded, "Bailiff, get this to the police. Have them see if the tape is legitimate." The Bailiff accepted the tape and went out.

The Judge turned to the court, "Let's assume for now that the tape is legitimate. Mr. Atkinson, that tape places you speaking to Miss Smith outside of your security booth within an hour of her estimated time of death."

Atkinsons eyes bulged again, then he quickly recovered, "Ah, yes. Well, this is awkward... it's true, I admit it. I did see her that night."

The gallery erupted into whispers, and then the Judge slammed for silence. He turned to Atkinson, "Mr. Atkinson, you realize that withholding this strengthens Mr. Justice's accusations?"

Atkinson nodded, "I know, but I thought that if the contents of that tape were made public that people would think that I killed her."

Apollo smirked, "You're right." The Judge glanced at Apollo, then back at Atkinson, "Mr. Atkinson, you claim that you did this to protect your own innocence. Can you give a reason as to why we should believe that innocence?"

Atkinson nodded, "Anderson was the more likely person to have killed her. He had the means, and the motive. You see, Smith sold a bunch of numbers to some rival companies..."

Apollo nodded in a bored fashion,"Yes yes, part of a motive that has already been disproved."

Atkinson recoiled, his eyes bulging, "Disproved! How?"

The Judge shook his head, "That isn't important, and it isn't helping your case." Atkinson straightened again, except he looked slightly more desperate, "Atkinson still had the better opportunity to kill her. Her body was found in her office... right outside Anderson's office."

Apollo, "That's where her body was found..."

Then he grinned viciously, "...but not where she was murdered..."

Atkinson blanched, Payne's mouth dropped open, and the Judges' eyes widened in surprised, "You mean, she was murdered somewhere else? Where!"

Apollo's eyebrow shot up, "Why, the security booth, of course."

"Objection!" Payne looked desperate now, "You have no proof of that! None whatsoever!"

Apollo laughed, and grinned at Payne, "That's not true. Your Honor, I would like to dismiss this witness for now. I have a new one, who will be presenting evidence to the court."

The Judge sighed, "Why not. It can't be any more surprising than what has happened so far. Go ahead and bring him in if he's ready."

Apollo nodded, and turned to the Bailiff, "Detective Gumshoe should be waiting in the lobby. Go and get him, please."

Soon, Gumshoe himself entered the courtroom and took the stand, he looked determined. Apollo nodded to him, "Name and occupation, please."

"Dick Gumshoe, Detective in homicides at the Local Precinct, pal." Gumshoe looked pained, and he held something in his hands below the level of the stand.

Payne looked genuinely confused, "I took you off the case. Why are you testifying for the defense?"

Gumshoe glared at him, "Because you didn't do your job, pal. Remember this?" Gumshoe held up an evidence bag. Inside was a black lump.

A trash bag.

Payne snarled, "That thing? Is that what this is all about?" Payne threw triumphant grin, "That bag has no connection to the case whatsoever!"

Gumshoe nodded, "That was the case, until the blood results came back. It belongs to the victim, pal."

Payne recoiled once again, while the Judge shook his head in confusion, "Mr. Justice, please explain what is going on!"

Apollo spread his hands, "The bag in question is a large black garbage bag that was found in a trashcan in a bathroom on the same floor as the crime scene. It was covered in copious amounts of blood, which we just found out belonged to the victim."

Gumshoe stepped off the stand and put the bag on Payne's desk. Payne was making strangled noises and obviously trying to keep from screaming. The Judge turned to Apollo, "Mr. Justice. Tell me, what happened that night?"

Apollo immediately looked at Atkinson, "That night, Miss Smith was leaving her office, when Mr. Atkinson talked to her. Then, for some reason, he killed her. He put her in a trash bag, went up an elevator, to the office, and left her there to frame Anderson. Then, he covered his tracks by getting rid of or erasing the video tapes."

The court was silent. Payne had calmed down, but he looked horrified by his failure. The Judge looked incredibly surprised and confused. Atkinson looked shocked by Apollo's accusations. Anderson looked calm and serene, as if he had known of everything that was going to happen.

Apollo looked back the Judge, "I have one more piece of evidence to present, your Honor."

The Judge looked at him sternly, "Is it going to spawn hours of debate? And is it going to solidify your theory?"

Apollo grinned in response.

The Judge sighed, "Well, lets get on with it. Present this evidence, then explain why it's necessary."

Apollo reached under his desk, "Take That!" He withdrew a shiny, metallic object.

A golden pocket watch.

Payne squinted his eyes to look at it better, "Is that a pocket watch?"

Apollo nodded, "It is." The Judge glared at Apollo, "Did you bring out the wrong evidence, Mr. Justice?"

Apollo laughed, "No, of course not. I think the witness can tell you that."

For the first time, everyone looked at Atkinson. His eyes bulging dangerously out of his head, directly at the pocket watch. His lip quivered, "Where did you find that?"

Apollo smirked, "Are you claiming ownership of this, Mr. Atkinson?"

Atkinsons jaw clenched shut. He said nothing, and began to shake. The Judge took his eyes from the witness to Apollo, "Mr. Justice, why is this piece of evidence important? How does it prove your case?"

Apollo turned the watch to it's back, "On the back is engraved the letters C.A. As well as a special symbol."

Apollo held up the watch so that the Judge could see it, "I did research on the symbol and found out it was a sort of trademark for the person who made the watch. This particular symbol belonged to a watchmaker here in L.A." Apollo's grin grew wide, "A man by the name of Charles Atkinson."

The Judge turned to the quivering guard, "Is this your watch, Mr. Atkinson?"

Atkinson remained stonily silent.

The Judge grew irritated, "Mr. Atkinson, I asked you a direct question!" Apollo was studying the watch, "I think he is answering you, your Honor."

The Judge turned back to Apollo, "Regardless, why is the witness suddenly so uncooperative? What does this watch mean?"

Apollo shrugged, "It was found in an elevator at Bluecorp."

"Objection!"

Everyone turned to Payne, who stood straight once more, obviously giving his own case one last try, "That doesn't prove that Atkinson used the elevator to carry Smith's body, or that he even carried Smith's body!"

Payne folded his arms in confidence, "all of your evidence is circumstantial, and it no more implies that Atkinson killed Smith than Anderson did."

Apollo nodded, "You're right."

The gallery erupted into whispers, and the Judge slammed his gavel in exasperation, "That's it, we're right back where we started?"

Apollo looked back at the watch, "I'm not trying to prove that Atkinson carried the body in the elevator. As Payne said, I already have enough circumstantial evidence to prove that."

Payne grimaced, and Apollo continued, "However, this watch is my one piece of solid evidence, I'm sure of it."

Payne leaned forward, the Judge set his gavel down, and Atkinson remained like a statue at the witness stand. The Judge cleared his throat, "Mr. Justice, why don't you tell us why this watch is your one solid piece of evidence?"

Apollo smiled, and held up the watch. Atkinsons eyes bulged from his skull, and Payne began shaking. Apollo reached up with his other hand and grasped the knob on the watch, and pulled.

A wire extended from the watch. A garrote wire.

The room was completely silent for a moment, then the gallery erupted. Everyone had been paying attention, and knew what Apollo was implying. The Judge began to bang his gavel and howl for silence, to no avail. Payne screamed, and his hair fell off in a grotesque manner, and he finally began to sob. Atkinsons eye 's not only bulged from his skull, they were incredibly bloodshot. Finally, so much blood went into his head, that he fainted on the stand.

Apollo simply stood there in triumph, grinning at his first legal victory in months.

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July 23rd, 2027, 3:27PM

District Court

Defendant Lobby #2

"The legal proceedings of Anderson VS The People of Los Angeles concluded today when local Defense Attorney Apollo Justice presented critical evidence to the court, which extensive testing by the forensics department with the local police precinct determined to be the murder weapon.

All charges against the accused, Steven Anderson, were dropped after the test results revealed the guilt of Phil Atkinson, who is now being charged with murder.

This is the first legal victory for Apollo Justice since since his apparent fall from grace. He began his legal career by defending many innocent clients, including Vera Misham, the world famous forger. However, after a humiliating defeat at the hands of Prosecutor Kay Faraday, he began to ser-"

Apollo shut off the television and turned to Anderson. Anderson was smiling triumphantly, and handed him a cigar, "Ah, Apollo! What a great victory for justice!" Apollo looked in disgust at the cigar, and stuck it in his pocket.

Anderson snapped his fingers as if he was remembering something, "That reminds me, I should probably pay you! It's only right you should be fairly compensated..." He immediately took out his checkbook and wrote him a check.

Apollo snorted, "You can have some time if you want. Your accounts might still be under police control." Anderson laughed, "Nonsense! Here you go..." Anderson handed him the check.

Apollo glanced at it, and his hair drooped and his mouth dropped open. He began to shake, "Uh... I think accidentally added a couple of zeroes..." Anderson laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, and Apollo grunted in pain.

Anderson flinched, "Oh, sorry. Anyway, I was right to choose you, Mr. Justice. I hope this is the start of a very popular relationship." He held out his hand...

Apollo took his hand, and smiled, "There is one thing that did not add up..." Anderson's eyebrow shot up, "Oh?"

Apollo's grin did not waver, "The trash bag. Nobody noticed that Atkinson used the elevator right next to the office."

Anderson's eyes went flat, "So?" Apollo continued, "The trash bag was found in the bathroom on the other side of the floor. Atkinson did not go to that side at all." Apollo grinned mischievously...

The CEO threw his cigar away and chuckled darkly, "Why are you bringing this up?" Apollo returned his chuckle, "No reason, just that you could have told me." ("And my bracelet didn't pick it up...")

Anderson shook his head, "You got it either way. What's past is past." With that, he turned and strode from the room, into the waiting arms of the press.

Apollo followed him with a triumphant grin on his face.

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July 26th, 2027, 10:32PM

Bluecorp,

CEO's Office

Kay slid carefully into Anderson's office. Her feet made no sound as she climbed off the window sill and onto his desk. She crouched there, for several minutes. When she was satisfied that she was alone, she got off the desk.

And suddenly the lights turned on, accompanied by an audible cocking noise behind her head,

"Ms. Faraday, I've been waiting for you. I have some things I'd like to discuss..."

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