“Yes,” I whispered, glancing around to ensure no one was watching us.

“He admitted to everything.”

“The shipping routes, the money laundering, the setup with the feds?” Arthur asked.

“Every word is on the recording,” I said.

“It is already uploaded to the main media console.”

Arthur gave a slow, cold nod of satisfaction.

“You did well, Kate,” he said.

“Now we watch him burn.”

“Are the federal agents outside?” I asked.

“They are waiting in the lobby,” Arthur said.

“They will move the moment the broadcast goes live to the networks.”

He reached out, his gloved fingers lightly brushing my shoulder.

“Do not lose your nerve now,” he murmured.

“I won’t,” I said.

He stepped back into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.

I climbed the narrow spiral stairs leading to the media booth.

Two technicians sat in front of a massive wall of glowing monitors.

“Are the live broadcast streams active?” I asked them, stepping up to the console.

“Yes, Ms. Hayes,” the lead technician said.

“We are streaming directly to every major financial news outlet and social platform.”