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I decided to murder the Managing Director and frame the Customer Service Supervisor for it. She constantly complains anyway so why not let her see out her final years in a cell?
I spread word she’d been trying to seduce the MD, to establish her motive for his murder. A friendly IT guy helped me access her emails and I sent a string of messages professing her love for him. I had these emails deleted, secure in the knowledge that the Police investigation would uncover them.
Whenever the MD was on annual leave I would prevent her from attending work. I had her house flooded, burgled and infested with locusts. I suggested it was strange that she didn’t come in on the days the MD had booked off. A whispering campaign began.
I paid a thief to steal her car every night and an actress who resembled her to drive to the MD’s house and stare at his window. CCTV cameras provided footage that the prosecution called “damning”.
I seduced the nurse who was carrying out employee health checks and stole the MD’s blood sample when she was distracted. I took several items of the Customer Service Supervisor’s clothing, covered these with his blood, and tipped off the Police “anonymously” about this evidence.
The press, who initially described the MD’s death as a “mugging gone wrong”, delighted in the spurned lover angle as the “indisputable” evidence against her emerged. “I’ve been framed!” She screamed as she was led away to start her sentence. “Murderer!” I cried from the gallows.
I started to get pangs of guilt about this murder… I then realized that this was just indigestion as I’d wolfed down several scotch eggs. With a lack of conscience like this I knew I was now ready to become a Manager. I applied for the two vacant Managerial roles now available.
Written by Martin Stocks | @Stocks1986
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