Chapter 6 - DIGITAL WILDFIRE
By the time I reached the local hospital emergency room,
my email inbox was completely full of video files.
The cowardly guests,
terrified of being associated with Marcus's sudden downfall,
had complied with my demand.
They sent high-definition footage from multiple angles,
capturing the entire horrific sequence of events.
The doctor examined Zuri's swollen face,
his expression turning into deep anger as he documented the injury.
"This was caused by a heavy shoe,"
the doctor stated grimly,
writing notes on his digital tablet.
"We need to report this to the authorities immediately,"
he added,
looking at me with genuine sympathy.
"I am already ahead of you,"
I replied quietly,
my fingers flying across my phone screen.
I compiled the best angles into a single,
devastating video file.
I attached the medical report,
the photographs of her bruised cheek,
and the audio of Kellen's cruel toast.
I didn't send it to the police first,
knowing Marcus bought local precincts decades ago.
Instead,
I sent it directly to an investigative journalist,
a woman who hated the Holloway empire with a passion.
I also uploaded it to a public cloud server,
generating a link that could never be deleted.
By 2:00 a.m.,
the video was officially published online,
headlined by her massive news outlet.
The headline read: "Billionaire Marcus Holloway Assaults 8-Year-Old Granddaughter at Christmas Gala."
It spread across social media like a digital wildfire,
gaining millions of views within minutes.
The comment sections exploded with absolute outrage,
demanding immediate justice.
People shared it globally,
tagging the corporations that funded his dynasty.
The internet had become the judge,
May you like
and the jury,
and the executioner.
