GOTCHA (Fangs Of Love)

CHAPTER 6

"Have you killed it?" Cass asked.

Cass had known she would face the council, so she asked the workers assigned to her to kill a young turkey and squeeze the blood into a bucket and dip the clothes she had worn the day before and also dip the bandage too into the blood, in case the council asked her for evidence, she could show, and Maryann would get the worst punishment ever.
   

"It's ready Ma'am" Amy said after dipping the clothes into the bucket of blood,

Jo took a new bandage and pasted it on Cass's shoulder, the exact place Maryann had bitten her.

There was no blood, but there was a tooth scar.

"I think we're ready, Ma'am" Jo said as they followed Cass to the White House.
                                        

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"Miss Cassandra is here". A guard announced from outside.

"Let her in," one of the members approved.

The door opened, and Cass entered.

Cyril didn't even look up, while
Maryann sat on the floor.

Everyone in the office, except Cyril, whispered in shock upon seeing the bandage with blood on it.

Cyril raised his head as he passed the iPad, he was holding to Bobby from behind.

"What happened?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on Maryann.

Their eyes locked, and although Maryann was the first to look away, Cyril continued to stare.

Cass noticed the direction of Cyril's gaze, leading to Maryann.

Her fury intensified, and the animosity she harbored towards Maryann solidified.

The Sheriff began "According to Miss Cassandra Oliver……" Cyril cut him short.
   

"Let her speak for herself."
   

"Okay sir". The sheriff bowed and stepped aside for Cass to talk.

Cass began, "I returned to stay with my father. My room was in complete disarray. I needed my workers back. He suggested I call them myself. Entering the cottage, I instructed her to step outside as I intended to take her to work for me. When I summoned her, she inquired why and for what purpose. Her question irritated me, and noticing she seemed unfamiliar, I asked if she was new. Instead of answering, she simply stated her name and that she had arrived that day. Then, suspecting her, I asked if she was the thief, at which point she lunged at me, biting my shoulder deeply," Cass recounted.

"Is that all?" Cyril inquired, his gaze fixed on a booklet before him, never once glancing at Cass.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Cass responded, bowing.

"And the worker—tell us what happened," Cyril commanded.

"But Your Excellency, with all due respect, this is a trivial matter that ought to be addressed by the Sheriff, not you," a VIP member interjected.

"I chose to take on this case. Is there a problem with that?" Cyril retorted, turning to face the board member.

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency". The board member apologized.

Maryann knelt down and began her explanation.

"She entered the cottage and summoned me to her side abruptly. When I didn't recognize her and inquired about her intentions, she scolded me for daring to ask such a question. Instead of answering, I offered my name, and she accused me of being the new thief..." Maryann fell silent, and the room followed suit.