"Hello, John. There's no need to worry. This is merely a routine inquiry regarding Abdonis's death," Schiller said, sitting across from a youth. "Of course, it will also involve the scandalous photos of the President. You don't need to be too nervous. We won't sentence you over that alone."
The young intern rubbed his fingers anxiously and bit his lip. "I really had no choice. My immediate supervisor was standing right behind me. My supervisor's supervisor was watching too. What was I supposed to do? If I didn't do what they said, I'd lose my job. Not just anyone can become an intern at Wayne Enterprises. I worked so hard to get this position. I don't want to lose it. I had no choice..."
The intern, John, kept repeating those same things. No matter how Schiller questioned him, he only gave evasive answers that shifted responsibility. Schiller quickly lost patience.
"All right, sir. This isn't a union office." Schiller took out two documents from beneath the table. "This is the résumé you submitted to Wayne Enterprises, and this one is your programming assignment from university. Do you have anything to say?"
"I... I... What do I have to say?" he stammered. "I submitted everything through the normal process..."
"Obviously, the standard of your university work does not match the level described on your résumé. The test project you submitted after the second round of interviews at Wayne Enterprises also differs from your academic level in university. This proves that you falsified your résumé and interview materials."
"I didn't!" John suddenly became agitated and shouted, "I taught myself during the second half of university! That's why my skills improved! You can't call my résumé fake just because of that!"
"I need to remind you of one basic fact." Schiller waved to