Chapter 12: A Rigged Scale
The courtroom was a circus. Ruby sat at the defense table, wearing a modest, pale blue dress, playing the tragic victim to perfection. When Arthur took the stand, her defense attorney tore him apart, framing his actions not as a rescue, but as an unhinged, violent assault against a woman trying to help a fallen employee.
Arthur looked at the jury, seeing the doubt in their eyes. He looked at Ruby, who offered him a microscopic, mocking wink. The system was failing. The truth was being buried under a mountain of Vanguard money.
