Chapter 17 - THE BROADCAST
The national emergency feed flickered, the screen turning to static for a heartbeat before snapping to a clear image.
The image wasn't the president, and it wasn't the news; it was the ledger of the shadow cabinet's secrets.
Every name, every number, every bribe, and every illicit transaction appeared on screens across the United States.
In living rooms, in offices, and in bars, people stopped to watch the unfolding, catastrophic, and public exposure.
The chaos that followed was instant, a national wave of shock that began to ripple through the entire city.
The phones in the shadow cabinet penthouse began to ring incessantly, the men staring at the screens in disbelief.
"They've exposed us," the first man whispered, his face grey, the foundation of his power crumbling to dust.
"We have to burn the servers," the second man panicked, rushing to the terminal to initiate the shutdown.
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But it was too late, the data was already out, mirrored on thousands of servers across the global internet.
The truth was public, and the shadow cabinet was no longer a shadow; they were exposed and alone.
