The Masks Fall
Downstairs, the event preparations continued.
Lillian stood near the table, adjusting decorations.
Daniel approached her calmly.
Too calmly.
“It’s over,” he said.
She let out a light laugh.
“What are you talking about?”
He placed the report in front of her.
“I know about the formula.”
Her smile vanished.
Minutes later, authorities arrived.
Nora was stopped before she could leave.
Lillian turned to Daniel, her composure finally cracking.
“You don’t understand,” she said sharply.
“I was trying to build a future.”
Daniel’s voice stayed steady.
Cold.
“You were given trust. And you used it the worst way possible.”
