"It has come to my attention," John continues, "that there are some... discrepancies... on your CV." Each syllable is enunciated with care, as if this tape might one day be submitted to upper management as evidence of his own due diligence. Let no one say he wasn't dotting his Is and crossing his Ts. "Inaccuracies, which I have determined could only have been made with deliberate intent." He leans forward, his gaze steady and his expression grim. "You lied, Martin."

Part of him wonders if Martin will even recall the specifics. It's not as if it really mattered, when all was said and done. Without the Eye's help, John isn't even sure that he'd have retained any solid details. But the details don't really matter here, either. What matters is that Martin's proverbial job is on the proverbial line. So: what does he intend to do about it? John's eyebrows tick up, implicitly inviting him to account for himself.