Chapter 325

JOE HAD MADE A lot of speeches during his career with varying degrees of importance. Today's felt as though it carried more weight. Both of the topics could warrant their own address, but he was only going to get one shot at saying this. Once he dropped these two truth bombs, things would spin out of control.

He stared at the black and white printed words on the page Aslan had given him before going out to push through Joe's release. It had been a long time since he'd written his own speech. He'd forgotten how arduous it could be choosing the right words. He hoped he hadn't messed up.

"Mr. Neilson?" An officer approached the cell doors.

"Come to call me home?" Joe stood and buttoned his jacket. He'd have never thought the day would end with him about to resign, but he should have known that he would never get away with this crime.

"Yes, sir."