PART 2: THE EXPOSURE ON STAGE
My thumb pressed down on the remote control, and the glowing slideshow of our fake romance instantly cut to black.
Gasps rippled through the lavish grand ballroom as high-definition scans of offshore financial ledgers flickered onto the fifty-foot screen.
Preston sprang out of his chair, his face losing every bit of color as his name appeared next to dozens of fraudulent transactions.
“Turn that off right now!” his mother shrieked, dropping her crystal champagne glass onto the polished dance floor.
I held the microphone steady, looking out over the sea of wealthy investors and influential politicians who had gathered for the event.
“For three years, Preston and his family used my mother’s small accounting firm as a scapegoat for their illegal shell accounts,” I said, my voice echoing clearly through the speakers.
Every camera that had been filming my embarrassment was now pointed straight at the giant screen, documenting full evidence of federal wire fraud.
(Federal officers are moving in for the arrest! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
