I plugged the USB drive into the main media server on the desk.

The primary monitor in front of me lit up, displaying the directories of the drive.

My hands trembled as I selected the folder labeled *Exhibits*.

I opened the first document: the power of attorney form with my mother’s forged signature.

Next to it, I opened the offshore banking transactions showing the transfer of ten million dollars from the Bennett Trust to Harrison’s personal account.

I mapped the output of my screen to the primary projector that hung from the ceiling.

One press of the red button on the console would send these images to the giant screens behind Harrison.

“My wife, Vivian, is unfortunately indisposed tonight,” Harrison said, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

“But she sends her deepest gratitude for your support of the trust.”

I stared at his face on the monitor.

He was smiling his practiced, charming smile.

My finger hovered over the main enter key on the control panel.

The screen flickered.

Suddenly, the door behind me creaked open.

A shadow fell across the glowing console.

The door opened.