Alicia placed her glass back on the table with deliberate grace, her eyes locking onto Margaret’s with unflinching intensity. “I’m someone who believes in justice, Mrs. Whitmore. Someone who believes in accountability.”
The room seemed to shrink around them, the air heavy with disbelief and sudden realization. Whispers spread like wildfire, the earlier derision in the crowd replaced by a mixture of fear and curiosity. Richard Jr. opened his mouth to protest, but the gravity of the situation seemed to root him in place, the arrogance vanishing from his features.
