[SHORT FLASHBACK]
"How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Penny breathed out, eyeing the officers across from her. "You've got the wrong person! Whatever this is, it's not me! I don't even know what you're talking about! Terrorist? Really? All shipments go through customs for proper documentation!"
"Then will you tell us whose signature this is?"
A paper was slammed onto the table, the officer's fingertips pressing down on it before sliding it toward her. Penny glanced at it, but before she could get a proper look, the officer asked again,
"Whose signature is this? Isn't this yours, Miss Bennet?"
Penny's breath hitched, her eyes slightly widening as they landed on the signature. Slowly, she looked up at them, her complexion pale. It was then and there that Penny realized these detectives weren't there to uncover the truth.
They were here to confirm the truth they wanted.
