Cheerful

A sound of laughter fills the small room.

"You're surprised aren't you? I just manage to know everything about you. About the two billion... About your corruption and embezzlements... And now, your involvement in the Tiara Case."

Richard shuffles backwards till there is nowhere to shift to anymore. "I... I..."

"You what?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The voice becomes passive. "I would have thought you would know better than that by now."

A resounding slap echoes in the room.

For someone who has been stepped on, hit and punched, another slap is just another beating at this point.

He's not numb but his mind is too much distracted to pay attention to the momentary pain.

How the fuck does this unknown man always know everything?

"So, are you willing to talk now?"

Richard stutters. "But... But I didn't get involved the way you think."

He scoffs. "Do you think the police is interested in that helpless confession? All those sons of bitches need to know is the fact that you were