Chapter 125 Councilor Kondo Under Interrogation

Councilor Kondo Under Interrogation

Councilor Kondo’s PoV

The desk slammed down with a loud bang. How could such an interrogation be allowed to continue? I’m a councilor elected by the people. He’s not even elected, he’s just a civil servant. …

“Listen, Kondo-san. You have a number of improper financial transactions. Just tell me whether you admit the facts or not!”

The police officer is putting a lot of pressure on me.

“I will remain silent. I want a lawyer.”

I push through all the questions.

Let’s just stay with this and somehow find a way to reverse the situation. That is the only way. There is no light in sight. But I have no choice but to persevere.

“Hey, there’s so much evidence, you think you can still get away? You are a council member. Don’t you have a responsibility to the citizens?”

“I remain silent.”

When I said this, the police officer sighed loudly.

“Well, what about threatening the teacher and the victim’s family about your son’s bullying? There’s audio, too, so you can’t get away with that anymore. You should just admit it.”

Sweating inside, I desperately endure the humiliation.

If I admit everything, my company will be finished. I will also lose my position as a council member.

“…”

I remained silent as I stared at the police officer.

“Sigh. I don’t think remaining silent will change the outcome. Well, it’s a right granted to you, so there’s nothing I can do. But you know what. No one is going to help you now. Maybe you think you can pressure the lawmakers to stop the investigation. That’s impossible. That kind of blatant pressure only exists on TV and novels. I was told from the top to be thorough because it’s a big case. I will find out about the flow of illegal funds you provided soon after this investigation.”

The police officer in front of me cold-bloodedly blocked the escape route one by one.

Don’t do that. Don’t make me see reality.

Unexpectedly, my lachrymal gland collapsed and large tears streamed down my desk.

The police officer was startled and sighed in surprise.

“I have worked so hard for the citizens … for so long.”

But even the tears were meaningless to the experienced police officer in front of me.

“You mean work hard to create a slush fund from the citizens? Even forge documents? Besides, even the families of the students you threatened are citizens. So are the teachers. What Kondo-san did was just an act for his own career and self-preservation.”

“What the hell, you mere civil servant …”

Upset, I unintentionally raise my voice. But he laughs and answers.

“Oh, is that so? You may have a high status as a councilor or president or something, but so what? You’re here because you did something you shouldn’t have done. You just don’t know it. You’re not special anymore.”

The cold verbal abuse rains down on me again and again.

“What will happen to me now?”

I couldn’t help but feel weak.

“That is for the court to decide. Well, it’s pretty vicious and you’ll probably end up in jail.”

End up in jail? …

The sharpness of those words rushes through my body. I’m a criminal, I’m in jail, my company is bankrupt, and I’m a laughing stock on the Internet. Oh no, oh no, oh no… No, if I bribe them. Hang in there, no matter what.

“Oh, yeah. I heard that the city ordinance says that if a council member is arrested, his or her compensation is suspended. Just so you know.”

All hope collapses at the words as if he can read my mind.

His strategy of talking about jail time makes people feel more uncertain about their future and then knocks them down. I know it’s just a strategy, but the feeling of desperation grows unbearably.

“Get me out. Get me out of here.”

The night of despair brings a despair as deep as the sea. A despair with no end in sight. Everything in my life was shrouded in darkness.

Eiji’s PoV

I soon arrived at Ichijo-san’s apartment. I tried to walk as slowly as possible. …

I wished I could stay with her a little longer.

The selfishness in my heart was getting through to her.

“Hey, Senpai. I’m going to make a cup of tea to thank you for sending me home. Why don’t we talk some more? …In my room …”