“I’m not blaming you for what one man said.”
“You were removed at my event.”
“That part is yours.”
Rachel accepted it.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing yet.”
Rachel turned.
“Willa.”
“Not yet.”
“I can revoke his badge.”
“I know.”
“I can remove Prism from the pitch schedule.”
“I know.”
“I can issue a correction to every attendee.”
“I know.”
Rachel studied her.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“One o’clock.”
Understanding arrived.
The keynote.
Rachel sat back.
“I don’t want the stage to become revenge.”
“It won’t.”
“What will it become?”
Willa looked at her.
“Evidence.”
At 12:40, things became worse.
Willa was walking toward the restroom on the second floor when two hotel security officers approached quickly from behind.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
She turned.
One held a printed image.
A screenshot from Tessa’s video.
Willa recognized herself immediately.
“We’ve had multiple reports about an unauthorized person moving through restricted areas.”
Willa looked at the image.
“That is me.”