196 Accused

Remo sat at the head of the long, polished table in his dimly lit office, his gaze piercing through the haze of cigar smoke that lingered in the air. The room was silent, save for the soft ticking of the antique clock on the wall.

"Gentlemen," he began, his voice low and commanding, "we have a situation."

His workers shifted uneasily in their seats, exchanging nervous glances as they waited for Remo to continue.

"I gave you all a chance to come clean," Remo continued, his eyes scanning the faces before him, searching for any hint of guilt. "But it seems one of you decided to test my patience."

A wave of tension washed over the room as the workers exchanged nervous glances, each one wondering if they were the target of Remo's suspicion.

"I had to seek outside help," Remo said, his voice tinged with frustration. "Nicole was kind enough to assist me in uncovering the truth."