Chapter 7 - The Reckoning
The crowd gasped. Murmurs rippled through the elite audience.
Marcus’s face turned completely white. His perfectly constructed mask slipped. "Security," he stammered into the microphone. "Remove this woman. She is unwell."
"I'm perfectly fine, Marcus," Elena said, walking straight up the steps onto the stage. The security guards hesitated, blinded by the sudden flashing of press cameras.
Elena pulled a small, wireless microphone from a startled technician in the front row. She also pulled out the burner phone.
"Two weeks ago, my husband claimed I was a drunk driver who nearly killed our son," Elena announced to the silent room. "But the truth is, Marcus paid a man named Hector Diaz two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to run a red light and murder me."
"Lies!" Marcus shouted, his face purple with rage. "She's insane!"
Elena didn't argue. She simply plugged the burner phone into the podium's AV jack, overriding the main projection screen behind Marcus.
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The text messages appeared in ten-foot-tall letters for the entire world to see. The wire transfers. The hit orders.
The silence in the room was absolute. Then, the chaos exploded.
