I watched Daxon Johnson's face contort with desperation as Commander Keller motioned for his officers to escort him away. The man who had strutted into my factory with such arrogance just an hour ago now looked pathetically small, his shoulders hunched in defeat.
"This is all a misunderstanding!" Daxon pleaded, his voice cracking. "I was set up! It was Seraphina Sterling who put me up to this. She wanted revenge against Knight!"
I couldn't help but scoff. Even in his downfall, he was trying to drag others down with him.
"Enough," Commander Keller said firmly. "The evidence is clear. Your recorded threats against Mr. Knight, your instructions to plant false evidence, and your attempted assault have been witnessed by multiple people, including high-ranking officials."
Deputy Chief Werner nodded solemnly. "Johnson, you've abused your position for personal vendettas. This behavior is unacceptable in any capacity, but especially from someone in your position."
