Back at my office, I reviewed the photo, trying to make sense of the strange label. A quick search online revealed it to be from a country known for its controversial agricultural practices. I felt a knot in my stomach, the pieces finally falling into place. Paul had been right all along—this wasn’t just about eggs. But confronting Mr. Jacobs again would be risky. I needed more evidence, something concrete that couldn’t be dismissed. As I plotted my next move, I realized the web of deceit was far more intricate than I’d imagined. There was no turning back now. The truth had to come out, no matter the cost.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
