With the new information in hand, I arranged a meeting with the farm owner, Mr. Jacobs, to discuss the findings. His office was a stark contrast to Paul’s—spacious, modern, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the fields. “I understand you have some concerns,” Mr. Jacobs said, gesturing for me to sit. I laid the documents on his desk, watching as his eyes scanned the pages. “These are serious allegations,” he remarked, a frown creasing his brow. “I’m aware,” I replied, my voice steady. “But the evidence speaks for itself.” He leaned back, considering my words. “I’ll have to look into this,” he said finally, his tone neutral. “In the meantime, I suggest you keep this between us.”
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