Chapter 8 - KELLEN'S TREACHERY
As the corporate empire crumbled,
the rats inside began to turn on each other.
My brother Kellen,
realizing his own career was in jeopardy due to his recorded toast,
made a desperate move.
He called a secret press conference at a luxury hotel downtown,
hoping to distance himself from our father.
I watched the live broadcast from the hospital room,
holding Zuri's small hand.
Kellen stood before a sea of flashing cameras,
looking pale and deeply anxious.
"I deeply regret my words last night,"
he began,
reading from a script prepared by crisis managers.
"My comment was a coping mechanism for the shock I felt,"
he lied smoothly,
trying to sound repentant.
"Marcus Holloway has a long history of volatile behavior behind closed doors,"
he revealed,
betraying the man who built him.
"I am officially stepping down from the company,
and cooperating with the ongoing investigation,"
he announced.
He thought this public betrayal would save his own skin,
but the public did not buy his fake contrition.
The internet immediately recirculated the clip of him laughing into his champagne,
proving his complicity.
The sponsors of his personal ventures pulled their funding within an hour,
leaving him completely ruined.
His attempt to sacrifice our father only accelerated the family's collective downfall.
Marcus watched the broadcast from his empty mansion,
realizing his favorite son had abandoned him.
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The dynasty built on fear and money was imploding from within,
just as I had intended.
