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Alex remained silent, his face stern, continuing to pressure Robert : "Your son did this to himself. I never hurt him, but he destroyed my reputation and cost my company billions. Where's my justice?"
"I told him not to take that dirty money!" Robert was near tears, his voice breaking. "But Steven wouldn't listen! Now look at this mess! Mr. Morrison, please, I'm begging you—don't send my boy to prison. He'll apologize, go on TV, whatever you want! Just please, show mercy!"
Alex let the silence stretch before speaking. "Call him. Get him back here. We'll settle this face to face."
"Yes, yes, absolutely!" Robert frantically pulled out his phone. "Steven? Get your ass home RIGHT NOW!"
While waiting for Steven to arrive, Robert spilled everything. That night, Steven had stolen a customer's car to surprise his girlfriend, only to catch her with another guy. Furious and heartbroken, he'd driven recklessly and crashed.
The kid panicked, called his father. Robert was preparing to drive to the city to help when Steven called again—someone had "fixed" everything. Then came the news stories, and Robert realized his son had sold his soul for cash.
After leaving the house, Alex met up with Jake and Danny back in town.
"How'd it go?" Danny asked eagerly, but Alex's satisfied expression gave away the answer.
"Full confession from the whole family. Got it all on video, plus they recorded their own statement admitting the truth."
"Hell yes!" The three friends high-fived, amazed at how smoothly their plan had worked.
Alex immediately sent the evidence to the police and hired a top law firm to pursue charges.
The police moved fast. They brought in the family for formal questioning and pulled Steven's bank records, tracing the payments to someone named Gary —former marketing director at Titan Games, now conveniently working for a Sterling subsidiary.
Under interrogation, Gray cracked. He admitted paying Steven but claimed it was personal—he just "didn't like" Alex Morrison and acted alone. He swore Brandon Sterling knew nothing about it.
Alex wasn't surprised. Brandon was too smart to handle this directly. Gray was the perfect fall guy—taking a two-year sentence and a fine to protect his boss.
Brandon might escape legal consequences, but Alex wasn't done with him.
The family's confession video went viral within hours. Major news outlets ran with the story. The police issued a statement confirming Steven had been paid to frame Stormwind Studios.
Finally, Alex was vindicated. The online mob that had attacked him pivoted instantly, their rage now laser-focused on Brandon Sterling and Titan Games.
Sure, Gary took the legal fall, but the internet wasn't buying it. The public connected the dots, and their fury was volcanic.
"Brandon Sterling is absolutely disgusting!"
"This spoiled brat has NO boundaries. Paying kids to lie? Where's your dignity?"
"First he manipulates regulators, now he frames competitors. How low can you go?"
"Billionaire's son with a pea-sized brain and zero morals!"
"Watch out everyone, Brandon might pay someone to throw actual shit at you next!"
"Can we PLEASE never see this asshole's name again?"
"Brandon Sterling is literally worse than shit!"
"Just change his name to Brandon Shit already!"
The public rage reached nuclear levels. In an unfortunate linguistic coincidence, Sterling's name became synonymous with excrement across social media. Memes proliferated. His Wikipedia page required constant moderation.
This PR hurricane devastated not just Titan Games but the entire Sterling business empire. Sterling Industries stock hit limit-down for three consecutive days, wiping out over a billion in market cap.
SLAP!
The sound echoed through the Sterling mansion's marble foyer. Brandon's left cheek blazed red from his father's strike.
"You've destroyed EVERYTHING we built!" Charles Sterling roared, his face purple with rage.
Brandon had crossed every line. Framing competitors might fly between small companies, but when you're running a Fortune 500 empire? The damage was catastrophic.
It was like the difference between a nobody spitting on the sidewalk versus a celebrity doing it on live TV. The Sterling name, built over generations, was now toxic.
The entire Sterling corporate umbrella—automotive, hospitality, retail—was tainted. Consumers were already organizing boycotts. Social media campaigns encouraged people to avoid Sterling products. Competitors smelled blood in the water.
Brand reputation takes decades to build and seconds to destroy. Rebuilding from this would cost billions and might never fully succeed. In today's market, with endless alternatives available, consumers needed just one reason to abandon you forever.
The losses would cascade for years. Market share bleeding to competitors who'd weaponize this scandal. Partnerships dissolving. Talent fleeing. All because Brandon couldn't handle legitimate competition.
Worse for Charles was the personal humiliation. Country club whispers about his parenting. Business rivals' knowing smirks. His own board questioning his judgment in grooming Brandon as successor.
Brandon stood silent, head bowed. Even his arrogance couldn't shield him from understanding the magnitude of his fuckup. He'd wanted to hurt Alex Morrison. Instead, he'd gutted his own family's legacy.
What he couldn't understand was how Alex had flipped Steven . What leverage had he used to make the kid confess, even facing prison?
Had Morrison offered more money? Threats? What?
PLZ throw powerstones