Part Two of the Story… đŸ‘‡
The high-definition projector screen flared with crisp, brilliant light, illuminating the darkened hotel ballroom and casting long shadows across the white linen tables. Every fork stopped, every whisper died, and every eye in the room turned toward the giant wall behind the stage. Jenna stood frozen beside me, her hand still holding the microphone, a bright, rehearsed smile plastered across her face that began to twitch as the first audio file echoed through the surround-sound speakers.
It was her own voice, clear and cold, stripped
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