The touchscreen display glowed, filled with icons. Toby, fascinated, reached out a small finger.
His gaze landed on a large, glowing green button. It read: “PLAYBACK ALL.”
He tapped it.
A sudden, sharp burst of static filled the 20,000-seat arena. Julian Cruz, startled, spun around from the stage monitors.
The background rehearsal track cut off abruptly. The audio console, now overridden, routed the active digital file directly into the arena’s main public address matrix.
A man’s voice, crisp and unedited, boomed at ninety decibels across the massive venue, echoing off the concrete walls.
It was Damon Kincaid’s voice.
“Under oath,” the recording began, “I admit… I deliberately diverted Maya’s funds…”
Damon, who had just stepped out onto the floor, froze.
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