Chapter 2: Every Camera Saw the Truth
Chapter 2: Every Camera Saw the Truth
The attacker finally found his voice.
"You can't imprison people!"
"This is illegal!"
I smiled.
"No."
"What would be illegal..."
"...is deleting evidence."
I nodded once.
Every screen changed again.
This time...
Security footage filled every display.
Camera One.
He shoved me against the marble wall.
Camera Four.
He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise it.
Camera Nine.
His friends laughed while blocking witnesses from helping.
Camera Twelve.
A senator quietly walked away.
A famous businessman looked down at his shoes.
A celebrity donor pretended to answer a phone that wasn't even ringing.
Nobody intervened.
Not one person.
The ballroom became unbearably quiet.
The attacker's lawyer stood up.
"We demand those recordings be turned off."
A calm voice answered from the speakers.
"They've already been uploaded."
Another screen appeared.
Encrypted Backup Complete
Sent to Police
Sent to State Prosecutor
Sent to National Media
The attacker lunged toward the control console.
Too late.
His own face filled every screen.
Frame by frame.
Slow motion.
His fist.
My body hitting the wall.
The blood.
The laughter afterward.
No angle favored him.
No edit could save him.
His knees weakened.
He whispered,
"My father will fix this."
Before anyone could respond...
A new voice echoed from behind him.
"No."
"I won't."
The crowd turned.
Standing near the entrance was an older man with silver hair.
His father.
One of the city's wealthiest industrialists.
His face carried none of its usual confidence.
Only disappointment.
He walked directly toward his son.
Then...
Without hesitation...
He slapped him.
The sound echoed across the silent ballroom.
"You have disgraced our family."
May you like
"And tonight..."
"...you will answer for it."
