We went to Arthur's study instead of the main wing of the manor. The room held a wall of dark screens and a long table set up for conference calls.
Arthur laid Leo on a leather sofa and covered him with a cashmere throw.
“Begin.”
The central screen came alive with the official Sterling Group account. Its first post contained a raw, time-stamped video from the gallery's security camera.
Chloe's stumble looked even worse from above. Her hand changed direction before it struck the sculpture. I crossed the frame, covered Leo, and took the splash on my hand.
The comments beneath the gossip article changed within less than sixty seconds. Accusations disappeared. People began reposting the video.
Several guests uploaded their own angles. One showed Chloe reading the warning sign. Another ca
