"Well Anderson, I believe you will find everything in order." Bradley said, his usually cockiness becoming more apparent with each passing second.

"Is that so?" Anderson replied with a haughty glare. It seemed bizarre to Bradley. Just to wipe that smirk offAnderson's face, he launched into a detailed description.

"Well sir," Bradley began at an agonizing slow pace. "Kyla Green was found dead last night. It was obviously suicide. She had taken probably a full bottle of aspirin and she even left a note explaining everything. Luckily, our agents found the note and were able to reproduce her handwriting with our own words. It was also very fortunate that she chose to murder herself on the same spot she murdered her boyfriend. It made it all too easy to write up a suicide note explaining that life was not worth living with Seth Cowen. It only helped us more that she had that encounter with Brennan Keith that led to her 'tearing up over Seth'. It was as if she was working with us to plan her own demise." Bradley smiled triumphantly. That would be hard for Anderson to put down.

"Give me a copy of the revised note." Anderson's eyes twinkled with a hidden secret, and Bradley hated it. He handed over the note with a hint of a grudge.

Anderson read it out loud to the group of men gathered around the table.

"Dear Everyone,

I'm so sorry to have to do this to you. But I don't have a choice. I'm miserable without Seth and can't stand living like this. I miss him so much and I just can't take it anymore. Everyday it gets worse. Everyday I am one more day away from the last time I saw him, alive and healthy. I miss him more than I ever thought imaginable and I can't deal with this anymore. I can't go on like this. I'm sorry.

-Kyla"

Anderson's eyes darted around like bullets. "It's a brilliant cover," he muttered in faked approval. His eyes danced with unknown secrets.

"Thank you sir," Bradley replied, cocky but awkward. Even he knew something was behind Anderson's erratical behavior.

"Yes, yes. Brilliant." Anderson murmured in a soft undertone, his eyes misted over with a faraway glance. His eyes suddenly sharpened into daggers. "Brilliant, except for your one flaw." He let the words drop slowly and murderously.

"Wha- what do you mean, sir?" Bradley asked timidly with some traces of fear in his voice. He was no longer cocky in even the slightest way.

Anderson's eyes blazed as if they were ignited. "I mean," he roared loudly enough to make everyone jump, "You killed the wrong girl!"

The room dropped into a dead silence. No one dared to move a muscle, and no one was bold enough to look into Anderson's piercing glare.

Bradley opened his mouth to speak but his throat was too dry to articulate anything. The room remained silent. Anderson bore a hole into Bradley's forehead with his deathly glare. Finally it was Anderson who spoke in an infuriated, ranting manner. "Kyla Green never knew anything." He elongated that sentence and it seemed to echo through the room. "Seth Cowen was the one who knew!" He snarled.

All eyes but Anderson's were glued to the tabletop. Anderson carefully scrutinized each one of their faces. His glare slowly shifted to each one and they could all feel the hate turned directly onto them, although they never once glanced up at Anderson, who was now standing menacingly.

Anderson's glare finally settled on Bradley. "The only thing you really knew was that Green had killed Cowen. That was only half of the facts we needed. Because of your own stupidity this department had to forge documents to get you into that school, had to elaborately create the spirit of a vengeful teenager, and had to force a girl to kill herself. We never had to do any of that, Bradley. And do you know why?" Anderson glare had become increasingly colder and his words reflected the icy eyes no one dared to look at. Anderson answered the question without a response from Bradley, who was studying the woodwork in the table. "We did all that because we thought she knew what we were doing here." Anderson's words were in a deadly whisper. "But she had no idea, Bradley. She had killed the only outsider who knew about us."

Everyone at the table sat on the edge of their seats, their knuckles all white. Bradley's knuckles were the whitest by far and his face had lost the pigment and was now white as well. He forced his mouth to open and tried to speak, but he was too terrified. He forced words out of his mouth. "I'm sorry…" He mumbled, nearly inaudibly.

"I'm sorry." Anderson repeated in an icy undertone. "I'm sorry!" He bellowed. "You're cut, Bradley! At these words everyone's eyes flew up in disbelief to look at Anderson.

Bradley's face went to an ashen sort of color and his eyes shrank. "Sir," He pleaded in terror. "Please"

Anderson cut him off, his voice once again dripping with ice. "Don't argue with me Bradley. You can't stay in this company after a mistake like this one. You cost the company nearly a million dollars with this charade. If only you had gotten your facts straight you would have known that Seth Cowen knew about us, not his little girlfriend, Kyla Green. It's just likeI said before, if you had known your facts we wouldn't have had to spend the time passively making her kill herself. However, you didn't know the facts and caused a huge error. This is unforgivably horrible."

"But… but at least I knew that she killed him! That was helpful!" Bradley's eyes were now wide with fear as he pleaded for a pardon that would never come. Worse yet, he knew it would never come.

"Yes, you did know that," replied Anderson. "But all that means to us is that one witness-the only witness-had been eliminated. Also, considering that detail was not in your report on his stolen corpse, I think I can reasonbly conclude you've been hiding things from us and could be hiding other things. We can't have you holding secrets, Bradley." Anderson's eyes now glowed with despise.

"But… I… and… you…" Bradley stuttered, trying to save himself.

"I'm sorry Bradley. It's over." Anderson cut him of with his icy, apathetic words and then hit a button on a panel of the wall. Two heavy men appeared at the door. "Goodbye, Bradley. You should have gone with teaching instead."