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then smiled directly into the camera. “You think cameras scare me?”
“They should,” I said.
Because last night’s footage had audio. Every word. Every threat. Every second of Daniel’s silence.
But that was not the reveal I wanted first.
I sent one email.
At 2:00 p.m., Daniel’s corporate credit card was frozen. At 2:07, his assistant called him in a panic.continue reading …
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