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I excused myself briefly, standing to adjust my jacket, and when I sat back down, my phone was warm in my palm.
Mark raised his glass again. “To growth,” he said. “To choosing the right people.”
I stood.
“Since we’re celebrating honesty tonight,” I said calmly, my voice steady in a way that surprised even me, “I thought it might be appropriate to hear what you said when you believed no one was listening.”
Mark frowned. “Amelia, don’t—”
His voice filled the room. Familiar. Confident. Stripped of polish.
The silence that followed was absolute. No laughter. No breathing. Even the waitstaff froze.
“That’s fake,” Mark snapped, standing so abruptly his chair tipped backward. “She’s manipulating this. Anyone can fabricate audio now.”
I didn’t argue. I let the recording continue.
Serena stood slowly. Her movements were careful, as if she were afraid sudden motion might shatter something inside her.
“When,” she asked quietly, “did you say this?”
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