Windsor's POV
The sound of my name being called made my blood freeze.
Gideon?
Could it really be him?
My pulse thundered as I watched him stride into the clearing with unwavering confidence, a device raised high above his head. The crimson recording light pulsed steadily in the corner, and suddenly everything clicked into place.
He was broadcasting this entire confrontation live.
"Repeat yourself, Mr. Sinclair," Gideon commanded, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "The section where you discussed manipulating global affairs. Your plans to eliminate these women. Your certainty about victory regardless of opposition.
Project your voice so the whole nation can witness this."
Mr. Sinclair went rigid, and I caught the first glimpse of genuine fear flickering across his features. The arrogant confidence that had defined him moments before evaporated completely, leaving me with a satisfaction deeper than anything I had imagined possible.
