Concrete Proof

"Erasing scandals, manufacturing alibis, sabotaging rivals, controlling the press, disposing of 'problems', orchestrating cover-ups… the list goes on and on." a bulky, gruff-looking, middle-aged man with a buzz cut in casual wears, placed his crossed legs atop the table as he casually stated, the lawyer from across him, sifting through the images.

His name, was Guy Cruise, and, he was the Private Investigator Oliver had had hired while also being one of the many connections the agent had made over the years in Hollywood.

"My goodness…" Camille gently covered her mouth in disturbed shock, the expression on her face, reflecting just how uncomfortable what she was seeing on the monitor, made her feel.

"Yeah. It's bad." Oliver, standing behind her, commented, every bit as disturbed as she was despite viewing it for the second time today.