Chapter 6 - THE DOME CAMERA'S PERSPECTIVE
High above them, the motorized dome security camera tilted downward, zooming in tightly on Jonathan's sweating face.
Every micro-expression of terror, denial, and suppressed rage was captured in ultra-high-definition federal archive quality.
"Every single word you spoke in this room tonight has been livestreamed directly to the Department of Justice," Elena noted.
Jonathan lunged forward in a sudden burst of blind panic, attempting to knock the smartphone out of her hand.
Elena moved with fluid, restrained grace, sidestepping his clumsy lunge without breaking her natural breathing rhythm.
Jonathan stumbled forward, crashing heavily against a polished mahogany side table and sending crystal glassware shattering.
He scrambled back to his feet, panting heavily as he clutched a bruised elbow in his charcoal grey suit.
"You're insane! They'll never convict me; my legal team owns half the district courts!" Jonathan shrieked in desperation.
"Your legal team was arrested twenty minutes ago for obstruction and witness tampering," Elena answered calmly.
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The absolute finality in her voice crushed whatever remaining bravado Jonathan was trying desperately to hold onto.
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