INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
A single overhead bulb swung gently, casting long shadows across crates and rusted tools. Nathaniel stood motionless, his gaze sharp on the array of documents and hard drives spread across a battered table. His sister sat nearby, wrapped in silence, her expression unreadable.
Nathaniel (grim):
"It's all here. Every dirty deal, every offshore account, every decision he made to keep his empire clean in public and rotten behind the curtains."
She didn't respond. Her fingers fidgeted with a locket around her neck.
Sister (quietly):
"I wanted him to hurt. But this… it'll destroy him."
Nathaniel (dark):
"That's the point. You don't burn a woman's soul and expect the ashes to stay silent."
He picked up the USB drive, turning it in his hand like a blade ready to strike.
Nathaniel:
"Once this goes live, there's no coming back."
He pulled out his phone and texted one word: "Release."
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INT. NEWS STATION – LIVE BROADCAST – NIGHT
