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He looked at his cigarette for a second, then told me calmly that he knew about
the money I've been taking secretly from the safe.. He didn't know how I did it
because it was complicated enough, but he told me he knew I did it, which
wasn't exactly far from the truth..
Yes.. I did it..!!
Depending on some of the gamblers being drunk, and depending on the
continuous change in the price of the dollar, and finally some luck I thought I
had, I used to keep some money for myself.. When the first time went
undiscovered and nobody even noticed it, I got used to do it every day, but
obviously I wasn't as smart as I thought.. He told me that he knew for some
time, but he wanted to give me the chance to stop (And maybe I would regret it
and come tell him myself) according to his words.. I sat there without emotion
on my face or words in my mouth, like some kind of a bad boy waiting for
punishment, while he kept talking.. A long bloody poem about the importance
of honesty and all this crap.. Who was he trying to fool..? Both of us were
thieves, and maybe he was even worse than me.. I heard him talking about
some evidences he got and the cameras that filmed what happened, but I was
sure he was bluffing at least about the cameras, for I knew well that the safe I
was responsible for was in a place with no cameras in, cause I wasn't a fool..
(Good God.. Unless the old bastard placed secret cameras - other than the ones
I discovered - that I didn't know about, which made sense, since he didn't trust
anyone.. )
He told me that h