‘Read my name. You have 30 seconds…’

last.

The crowd no longer looked entertained.

They looked sick.

Vanessa searched their faces desperately for support and found only phones recording her collapse.

“Tell them!” she screamed at Grant. “Tell them this was your idea!”

Grant stared at her like she’d become someone unrecognizable.

“My idea?” he snapped. “You signed every approval!”

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