Lord Kramer blinked at the screen, his complexion very different from when he had mounted the stage.
The woman rubbed his upper arm with such possessiveness that no one over the age of eighteen who was in the real hall, or at the stalls around the nation, did not understand what it meant.
And everyone knew the woman was not Lady Kramer.
The whole world knew Lady Kramer. They did not know this woman. But the woman KNEW Lord Kramer.
Edward Kramer staggered back two steps, and suddenly, the screen caught fire, but the audio did not stop.
“As I said, all that is required is a few more signatures. With time, I will convince them, and it will all be –”
The speakers exploded.
The central system, the room controlling the screen and all audio within the hall, experienced a huge power surge,
