Morning came slowly, like the city itself was still whispering about the night before.
By sunrise, William’s phone was already buzzing.
Dozens of missed calls flooded in.
Hundreds of messages and a flood of notifications.
He did not need to open any of them to know why.
He knew the video was everywhere. Who wouldn't want to get popular by posting such a video.
He knew someone would record it — the slap that stopped the Hamilton Gala. That was such a big event.
It was now on business blogs, gossip pages, and every social platform that loved scandal.
Headlines flashed like fire.
“Entrepreneur Slaps Hamilton Heir During their Gala party.”
“Who Is William Hudson?”
“Is this a Power Shift or Madness?”
William sat at his kitchen counter, sipping black coffee. His reflection on the win
