Carl was petrified. He immediately placed a call to cancel the meeting before helping Jameson back to his office and onto his couch.

Jameson gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The pain felt like his insides were burning. His hands trembled as he pressed them to his burning forehead. His vision swam in and out of darkness.

"Here, drink swater, Mr. Schmidt!" Carl knelt beside him, his eyes red with worry. He held the glass to Jameson's lips, which were stained with blood.

"I've called your private doctor. He's on his way as fast as he can. Just hang in there..." Jameson raised a hand and slapped the glass away. In a gruff voice, he rasped, "All these years... Nicholas has done a lot of dirty work for me. He has always been meticulous, handling everything cleanly. How could he leave evidence, let alone a video?" "Anyone who plays with fire gets burned eventually," Carl said through gritted teeth. "Even Chief Novak, with all his skills, isn't infallible. Since he's in police custody, we can't let him live. I'll get rid of him, no matter what it takes. I won't let this implicate you!" "That's easier said than done," Jameson coughed. "Nicholas is a police commissioner, not snobody. Even if he's a criminal, he'll be in a special cell with heavy surveillance. Our people won't be able to get to him." Carl's face contorted in worry. He paced like a caged animal.

after and performed a

Mr. Schmidt doing?" Carl asked. His

been taking various medications all these years? And I don't

The recent increase in dosage to manage his condition in the recent hospitalization has made things worse.

hospital is necessary for a definitive diagnosis." Carl felt a wave of despair wash over him. He dismissed the doctor with a wave of his hand. "Thank you for your help. You may leave now." After the doctor left, Jameson

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