A ripple of tension moved through the room.
Elliot took a step back.
“Turn it off,” he muttered to no one in particular. “This is… this is some kind of mistake.”
No one moved.
Naomi reached forward in the video and adjusted something off-screen. When she leaned back again, there was a faint shadow behind her—a stack of documents.
“And for everyone else here today,” she said, her tone shifting slightly, widening to include the room, “thank you for coming. I know most of you believed you were attending a funeral.”
Another small smile.
“You’re not.”
Silence.
“You’re attending a reveal.”
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