**8:15 PM**
Victor Reyes reclined in his leather armchair, a crystal glass of vodka dangling from his fingers as he watched Xavier's perfectly crafted life unravel on the 60-inch screen before him. The soft glow from the television illuminated his satisfied smile, casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face.
"Holy f*****g s**t!" Jordan exclaimed from behind him, practically bouncing on his toes. "Look at that bastard's face! He's panicking!"
Maria winced at Jordan's volume, shooting him a warning glance. Gerald, standing near the window with his arms crossed, observed the scene on the television with quiet surprise etched into the lines of his weathered face.
"How did you manage it?" Maria asked, turning to Victor with genuine admiration in her eyes. "Getting footage of Xavier
