Chapter 8 - THE INTERROGATION OF POWER
Jack turned his cold, piercing gaze toward the trembling crowd of elite guests huddled near the bar area.
"Every single one of you knew about the abuse happening behind these closed doors and chose silence for invitations," Jack stated.
A prominent senator in the crowd lowered his head, desperately trying to conceal his face behind a silk handkerchief.
"Senator Vance, your campaign contributions from this family's shell companies are already logged in the federal database," Jack noted casually.
The senator turned pale, realizing his political career was effectively over before the sun rose tomorrow morning.
"We are victims here too! We were just guests!" a wealthy corporate executive protested defensively from the front row.
"Complicity in a criminal conspiracy makes you accessories under federal law," Jack replied, his tone chillingly indifferent.
The daughter stood beside her father, her small cut healing under a makeshift bandage, her posture radiating quiet strength.
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"You're all going to have to explain your attendance records to a federal grand jury in Washington," Jack added firmly.
The heavy silence in the conservatory grew even more oppressive, broken only by the hum of the wall security scanner.
