Recording.
Garrett continued.
“I’m not trying to be a jerk. But these events cost fifty grand if you’re sponsoring properly. There has to be a standard.”
Brad nodded.
“Protect the space.”
“Exactly.”
Garrett smiled.
“Protect the space.”
Tessa posted a shortened clip to her Instagram story.
Caption:
WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO CRASH A $50K SUMMIT.
Poll:
Should events have stricter security?
YES.
NO.
Within minutes, responses began arriving.
The clip migrated into the summit’s private messaging group.
Comments followed.
Who is she?
How did she get into VIP?
Security asleep again.
Someone joked about people sneaking into investor events for free food.
Another person wrote:
Pretty sure I’ve seen that woman somewhere.
Nobody responded.
Willa’s phone buzzed with a tag.
She opened the clip.
Watched once.
Saw Garrett laughing.
Brad smiling.
Tessa framing the story.
Saw herself in the background of one shot.
A small Black woman by a window holding a paper coffee cup.
She closed the app.
Did not respond.
The temptation was immediate.