The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of Xavier's laptop as Clara replayed the damning video. Elizabeth paced back and forth, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Xavier sat at the dining table, his face a mask of cold fury as he stared at the screen.
"It's a deepfake," Clara said finally, her voice tense. "But it's flawless. Whoever did this knew what they were doing."
Xavier clenched his fists. "And Thomas knew exactly when to release it—right in the middle of our press conference. He didn't just smear me; he undermined everything we worked for tonight."
Victoria, who had been standing near the window with her arms crossed, turned toward them. "The media is eating it up. Socials are exploding. They're already calling for an emergency board meeting to discuss your position as CEO."
Elizabeth stopped pacing and turned to Clara. "Can we prove it's fake? There has to be a way to discredit this."
