Chapter 9 - The Checkmate
Down below, Genevieve tapped her champagne glass with a silver spoon. The string quartet faded.
"Thank you all for coming," Genevieve projected, her voice dripping with fake emotion. "Tonight, we mourn the past, but we look to the future. A future of prosperity, unburdened by the mistakes of those who came before us."
I hit the enter key.
Every single cascading chandelier in the cavernous room snapped off. The crowd gasped in the sudden darkness.
A second later, the massive, two-story white marble walls of the ballroom lit up with high-definition projections. But it wasn't the company logo.
It was Genevieve’s bank statements. The Cayman Island transfers. The forged signatures. And then, the audio played.
It was a recording of Genevieve and the doctor, their voices echoing through the state-of-the-art surround sound system. “Increase the dosage. The old bat is taking too long to die. I need the trust unlocked by the equinox.”
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The silence in the room was deafening. The fragile, hollow amusement of the guests shattered. They backed away from Genevieve as if she were made of fire.
Genevieve dropped her champagne glass. It shattered on the black granite floor. She looked up at the AV booth, her eyes wide with pure, unadulterated terror.
