Chapter 8 - The Party Goes Dead Silent
A gasp echoed through the surrounding crowd as several women set their champagne glasses down in shock.
Victor laughed loudly, a booming, theatrical laugh designed to make me look like an unhinged, senile old man in front of his wealthy colleagues.
“Listen to yourself, Abraham!” Victor shouted, shaking his head with mock pity. “You’re losing your mind in your old age!”
“Wyatt has been struggling with severe substance abuse for months! We’ve been trying to protect him, but you’re completely delusional!”
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“Am I delusional, Victor?” I asked softly, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a small portable Bluetooth speaker I used in my truck.
I set the speaker onto the marble dining table, connected my phone with a quick swipe, and hit the play button on the master recording.
