Chapter 4: The Gala of Glass Houses
The ballroom was a sea of black ties and silk gowns. The Blackwood Foundation Gala was the social event of the year, and Mrs. Gable stood at the center of it, wearing a diamond necklace she had “borrowed” from Lily’s mother’s collection.
She stood on the stage, the microphone in her hand, ready to announce the "new era" of the foundation under her care. She began a speech about devotion, sacrifice, and the "miraculous" progress Lily was making—all lies that would soon be exposed.
"And now," Mrs. Gable beamed, turning toward David, "we will sign the final documents. A commitment to Lily’s future."
David stepped onto the stage. He didn't look angry; he looked calm. He leaned into the microphone. "We have a special presentation for the guests tonight. A review of the Foundation’s recent activities."
Mrs. Gable’s smile faltered. "David, that wasn't in the program—"
The massive screens behind them flickered to life. Instead of the polished promotional video, audio began to play. It was Mrs. Gable’s voice, clear and chilling, detailing the embezzlement schemes, the abuse, and the plot to seize the trust.
The room went dead silent. The audio shifted to the sound of the rain, the hose, and Mrs. Gable’s cruel laughter as she kicked the wheelchair.
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Mrs. Gable looked out into the crowd. She saw the faces of the city’s elite—not admiring her, but recoiling in horror. She saw the police officers moving through the ballroom, their hands resting on their badges.
"It’s all on the record, Mrs. Gable," David said, his voice amplified to the rafters. "Every cent you stole. Every hit you landed. The federal authorities have everything."
