"She claimed I assaulted her," Julian said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Clara walked out. If that footage doesn't export to an independent drive within the hour, I won't just lose my engagement; I'll lose my career, my reputation, and potentially my freedom."
Arthur stared at Julian for a long, measuring moment before turning back to his multi-monitor setup. His fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, clacking rhythmically in the quiet room.
"People in power always forget one fundamental rule of modern infrastructure," Arthur murmured, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "They control the boardroom, but we control the lenses. They buy the narrative; we archive the reality."
A progress bar crept across the screen: Exporting multi-angle secure stream – 100% complete.
Julian stared at the screen as the video loaded. The wide-angle lens captured the polished mahogany hallway in crisp 4K resolution. The timestamp displayed 4:14:22 PM.