Chapter 8 - The RecordingMarcus opened a tablet.
A video appeared.
The hallway.
The west wing.
Eleanor standing beneath a security camera.
Andrew Sterling shouting.
Clara crying.
A door slamming.
A threat.
Then another recording.
Eleanor discussing hidden accounts.
Another.
A conversation about paying someone to silence a former employee.
Another.
A ledger.
Names.
Dates.
Payments.
Everything connected.
Eleanor stared at the screen.
“No.”
Marcus continued.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You recorded yourselves.”
Eleanor's face turned pale.
“You can't use that.”
Marcus looked at her.
“You were the one who installed the cameras.”
Silence.
Clara watched the screen through tears.
For months she had wondered whether she had imagined how terrible things were.
Now she knew.
She hadn't imagined anything.
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The truth was real.
And it had finally found a witness.
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