She looked right into the camera, eyes wide and pleading as she pointed at a photo of Eric Morris. "This old Mr. Williams, he... he touched me," she said, her voice trembling.
Lucas Smith never expected to see a video like this.
He stared at the screen, completely stunned, barely able to believe what he was seeing. "Mr. Mitchell, is this for real?" he asked, voice shaking. "Are you telling me Eric Morris is really that kind of guy?"
Raymond Mitchell just gave a bitter laugh. "You think I’d make something like this up? Eric Morris has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He hides behind charity work, but really, he just uses it to feed his own twisted habits."
Lucas shook his head in disgust. "If that’s true, then he deserves everything coming to him."
Raymond leaned forward, desperation clear in his voice. "Lucas, I need your help. I’m completely out of options here. It was Ms. Taylor who told me to come to you. Now that I finally have proof, I just want a chance to get justice for my wife and kid."
Lucas had already been thinking about helping him. But the moment Raymond mentioned Sandra Taylor, he didn’t even hesitate.
"Don’t worry, Mr. Mitchell," he said firmly. "I’m not letting a creep like that walk away from this."
Lucas Smith was a man of action. And if he could impress Sandra Taylor along the way, all the better. That very day, he started plotting how to blow this thing wide open.
That evening, just as the staff at The Smith Group’s media department were packing up to go home, an urgent memo went out: drop everything, and get ready to break the latest news about Eric Morris.
Ralph, head of the media department, listened as Lucas explained the situation. When Lucas finished, Ralph hesitated. "Lucas, isn’t this a little... rash?"
Even after seeing the video, Ralph struggled to believe it. The Smith Group’s journalists had been digging into Eric Morris for days, but they hadn’t found so much as a parking ticket. All they’d uncovered were heartwarming stories and glowing testimonials.
"I just can’t see it," Ralph said. "Eric Morris, a predator? It just doesn’t fit."
Lucas’s face hardened. "There’s a video, Ralph. What more do you need? Are you seriously going to sit on this?"
Ralph fidgeted. "I just... I don’t know if a video like that is enough. You know how much fake stuff floats around online these days. And the way that little girl talks, it almost sounds like she’s reciting lines..."


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