The Day I Landed a Government Job, My Dad Framed Me for Stealing the Neighbor’s Gold Bars

Summary

On the day I was released, Dad personally drove over to pick me up.

He wore a crisp suit, and his hair was slicked back with wax.

He looked like he was celebrating some huge happy occasion.

He even held a bouquet of flowers out to me.

“Congratulations, son, you successfully passed Dad’s stress test.”

“From now on, Dad won’t test you anymore, because you’ve matured.”

I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and I said, “Thank you so much, Dad!”

A crowd of reporters and gossip-hungry onlookers surrounded the prison gates.

Dad was an influencer and a PhD in psychology.