"Naive?" I repeated the word softly, lifting my gaze to Director Prescott's face, which held an implicit threat.
"Director Prescott, you might be able to manipulate public opinion, interfere with the judicial process, and even get certain witnesses to change their statements."
I gave him a cool, unwavering stare. "But you've forgotten one thing: we're living in the digital age now."
I pulled out my phone. "I've had a voice recorder running on me nonstop ever since the annual company dinner. Every single word of our conversation just now, including your offer of five hundred thousand dollars in hush money, is all recorded right here, word for word. Of course, that's on top of the complete, fully backed-up chain of evidence I already put together earlier."
I watched his pupils flare wide
