Chapter 11 - Daria Attempting to Dismiss the Serious Accusations Publicly
“This is a malicious fabrication!” Daria shrieked, her voice cutting through the silent room like broken glass.
“My son is suffering from a prolonged psychological breakdown brought on by his wife’s tragic death!”
She turned to face the stunned board members, forcing a desperate, trembling smile onto her face.
“He is not of sound mind, and these hacked digital files are entirely fraudulent!” she insisted frantically.
Samuel looked down at her from the podium, his expression cold, steady, and devoid of any lingering mercy.
“You always underestimated my patience, Mother, assuming grief made me weak and easily manipulated,” Samuel said.
“The digital files aren't hacked, and my mental state has never been sharper than it is right now.”
He pressed a second button on the console, switching the projector feed to live closed-circuit security footage.
“If you don't believe the bank ledgers, perhaps you’ll recognize our guest of honor waiting in the hallway,” Samuel added.
The heavy service doors at the back of the grand ballroom swung open wide with a resounding click.
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All heads whipped around as federal marshals entered the room escorting a trembling Dr. Weston.
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