Chapter 8 - Caught on Tape
“There are no cameras in the bathrooms, Harrison!” Vivienne cried out, trying to sound authoritative.
“That’s an invasion of privacy!”
“There was a security breach three weeks ago,” Harrison replied icily.
“I had hidden micro-cameras installed in every single room of this house.”
“Including the vanity.”
Vivienne staggered backward as if she had been physically struck.
She looked wildly around the room, searching for an escape route.
“You spied on me?” she yelled, trying to play the victim one last time.
“How dare you!”
Reynolds tapped on his tablet, bringing up the secure mainframe.
“I have the feed right here, sir,” the security chief said.
Harrison walked over and looked down at the glowing screen.
I watched his facial muscles twitch as the silent video played.
He watched the woman he was supposed to marry intentionally torture his disabled daughter.
He watched her press a four-hundred-degree ceramic iron against a child's scalp.
He watched me burst into the room and tackle her to the floor.
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When the video finished, Harrison handed the tablet back to Reynolds.
The silence was deafening.
