Chapter 3: The Projection of Truth
The tension in the room was electric. Richard looked around, desperate, realizing he had lost control of the narrative. He signaled his security, but they were paralyzed by the sheer audacity of Evelyn’s claim. The guests, hungry for scandal, had already pulled out their phones.
"It’s not yours!" Richard shouted, his voice cracking. "It’s stolen property! She’s an industrial spy!"
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Evelyn walked toward the grand projection screen that had been used for the evening's gala presentation. "Let’s see if it's stolen, or if it's the truth." With a terrifying calmness, she handed the drive to the AV technician, a young man who had been watching the scene with wide, shocked eyes. "Put it on the screen. Now."
As the technician loaded the file, the ballroom turned into a courtroom. A folder labeled Project Black-Sea expanded. Thousands of documents, bank transfers, and private emails flashed onto the massive display. The corruption wasn't just suspected; it was documented, timestamped, and undeniable.
