Two hundred guests occupied the mahogany tables, their designer clothes and jewels catching the flickering flames. Waiters in white gloves circulated with champagne flutes, while a string quartet played softly in the corner.
Aaron stood, tapping his champagne glass with a silver spoon. The metallic ping silenced the room.
"Before we begin," Aaron announced, his voice carrying across the hall, "I want to thank everyone for being here. Soon, I'll marry the woman of my dreams. But tonight, I want to share something important with all of you."
He reached into his jacket pocket, withdrawing the unmarked DVD.
In the security room, Atlas's fingers hovered over his keyboard. The moment had arrived. In approximately thirty seconds, the dormant files would activate across every connected device
