In the house on the corner of Sycamore and 47th, where the porch sagged like a tired back and the wind always whispered secrets through the chimney, the Jacksons were plotting a Christmas revelation. Not a soft one. Not a gentle, cocoa-sipping, “let’s talk” kind of truth. No, this was a Jackson-style truth—loud, dramatic, and dipped in a little bit of chaos. Theresa Jackson, mother of three stair-steppin’ babies—Tyrone Jr. (11), Abeni (10), and little Theresa (9)—had a plan. A plan stitched together with red velvet, white fur trim, and a kiss that would shake the foundation of childhood fantasy. See, the Jacksons believed in honesty. Not the kind you whisper behind closed doors, but the kind you shout over the sound of frying bacon. And this year, they were gonna tell the kids the truth: Santa Claus was a lie. A beautiful, jolly, gift-giving lie. And they were gonna do it with flair. Tyrone Sr., a man that would do anything for his family, agreed to don the suit. He’d sneak in, Theres...
I work in the XXXREDACTEDXXX. My company CEO has been trying to keep everybody from learning a pretty terrible secret he's been keeping. Most of his closest allies know the secret, but just don't care because he's been shoveling money and power to them. (Not from his OWN wallet, mind you! He's been selling off \*company\* assets, but using the money to basically bribe people.) So, basically, he's surrounded by people he's bought. But, he's been lying to the board and to the public this whole time. Well, funny thing about that: This scandal he's been caught up in which he's been lying about – he's been accusing the previous CEO and pretty much everybody else of being involved. He even has been threatening to "release all the info" for, like, a year or two. Well, now, the board is actually demanding that he release everything! And it all points back to him! So, this is where I come in. I'm just a tech guy who has to assemble technica...