Chapter 12 - The Fall of the Empire
By Monday morning, the news of Logan Vance’s arrest had consumed every major television network and social media platform in America.
The video of my unmasking at the Hamptons wedding went viral, gaining over one hundred million views within twelve hours.
Every single one of Logan’s commercial endorsement deals was canceled before noon.
Radio stations across the country pulled his songs from their playlists, and his upcoming stadium tour was officially scrubbed.
The man who had spent five years obsessing over his public image was now the most hated figure in modern pop culture history.
I sat inside Marcus’s office in downtown Manhattan, watching the live news coverage on a large wall-mounted monitor.
Dr. Sterling sat beside me, reviewing the latest digital scans of my facial tissue.
"Now that the public spectacle is complete, Maya, we can begin your reconstructive procedures," Dr. Sterling said warmly.
"With our new laser-therapy protocols, we can eliminate ninety percent of the scarring within four months."
"Thank you, Doctor," I replied, taking a slow sip of herbal tea.
Marcus walked into the office, tossing a thick legal document onto the desk in front of me.
"Logan’s bail was set at five million dollars, but since all his assets are frozen, he can't post it," Marcus reported.
"He’s currently sitting in a holding cell at Rikers Island waiting for his trial date."
"And what about the man he hired in Soho?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on Marcus.
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"We picked him up at a motel near Newark Airport last night," Marcus answered with a dark smile.
"He took a full plea deal... and he confirmed Logan paid him fifty thousand dollars in cash to throw the acid."
