Chapter 337 Falling into the Trap
One of the cops flashed his badge and said all serious-like, "This is my work ID. We think you're mixed up in some shady business. You gotta come with us to the station to help us sort this out!"
Susan was totally floored!
She'd always played by the rules, never did anything sketchy. Why the heck were the cops after her? For a second, she felt completely lost.
"Come with us, now." Another cop nudged her, seeing her just standing there like a deer in headlights.
Susan snapped out of it and stuttered, "I wanna know what you think I did. You must have the wrong person. I've always been honest and straightforward."
"You can explain everything at the station," the two cops said, looking all stern and no-nonsense.
Just then, Fiona barged in from outside.
Seeing the cops with their IDs, Fiona turned to Susan, her voice dripping with disappointment, "Susan, I can't believe you'd pull something like this. I'm so let down! You had such a bright future at Pioneer Accounting Firm. Why'd you throw it all away for some quick cash? Do you even get what you've done? Best case, you lose your job and never work in this field again. Worst case, you end up in jail. What then? Even your kids will be ashamed of you!"
Susan's mind was racing. 'What the heck is going on? What did I do?'
"I wanna know what I supposedly did to deserve this jail talk," Susan said, trying to keep it together.
Fiona laughed bitterly and pointed at the other employees. "Susan, you're a real piece of work. Everyone here knows what you did. Why are you still playing innocent? It's pointless; the evidence is clear."
Susan looked around and saw all her coworkers from Group Six staring at her, making her skin crawl and her heart race. What on earth did she do that was so bad?
An older employee chimed in, "Susan, we never thought you'd use your position to sell Skyreach Group's budget proposal to their competitor, leaking their business secrets. You've not only trashed your own career but also dragged our firm's name through the mud. Do you get that? I can't believe you'd ditch your accountant ethics for a measly hundred grand. It's embarrassing to work with you!"
Susan felt like she'd been hit by a truck and shook her head over and over. "How could I do something like that? There has to be a mistake; someone must be framing me!"
"Who'd frame you? Yesterday, Skyreach Group's competitor wired a hundred grand to your account, right? And a few days ago, someone saw you having coffee with a bigwig from Skyreach Group, which is also true, right?" Fiona shot back immediately.
Susan stared at Fiona, totally gobsmacked.
A hundred grand in her account yesterday? Susan had two accounts: one for her paycheck, which pinged her with notifications, and another one that stayed silent.
No pings yesterday, so it had to be the other account.
And that bigwig from Skyreach Group? Susan remembered bumping into an old classmate a few days ago, and they grabbed coffee. But that classmate only mentioned working at some ad company, never said which one.
Thinking it through, Susan realized it was a setup. Who'd wanna frame her?
Her eyes finally locked onto Fiona's face, all fake sorrow and disappointment. Who else but Fiona would hate her this much?
No wonder Elliott suddenly had that "acute appendicitis"; he had to be in on it too.
She'd been too naive and walked right into their trap.
Susan snapped, "Fiona, you planned all this, didn't you?"
"What are you talking about? Are you so desperate you're blaming others now that your scheme's out in the open? All the evidence points to you. You can't escape. I suggest you cooperate with the cops and confess. Maybe they'll cut you some slack!" Fiona sneered, lifting her chin.
"Fiona, it's not that easy to frame an innocent person," Susan shot back, ice-cold.
The two cops, getting impatient, urged, "Susan, come with us now, or we'll have to get rough, and that won't look good for you!"
Susan knew going quietly was better than getting cuffed, so she grabbed her bag, shot Fiona a frosty glare, and followed the cops.
At the station, three officers grilled her, digging into every detail of the case.
After seven or eight hours of questioning, they finally let her go but told her she couldn't leave town and had to keep her phone on for more questions.
Susan trudged along the twilight streets, feeling totally crushed. She wasn't in any shape to take care of Spring. She was also scared her mood would rub off on Spring, so she called Mary, fibbing that she had something to do and asked Mary to watch Spring for a couple more days.
On her way home, Susan's mind raced. She was sure Fiona and Elliott had cooked this up together.
All the evidence pointed to her, and Susan knew she might have to take the fall this time.
But she couldn't go to jail. If she did, her kids would be ashamed, and she'd never work in this field again. The worst part was getting played by Fiona and Elliott. The more Susan thought about it, the angrier she got.
After a lot of thinking, Susan suddenly remembered George. George was a lawyer, and a damn good one. Could she ask him to help her out with this mess?
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