Victoria: It was an accident! The wiring in the old house was faulty!
Sarah: The fire investigator found three cans of gasoline under the floorboards, Victoria.
Victoria: That wasn't me! I wasn't even in the state that weekend!
Sarah: But your hired thugs were. The same ones you paid last night to toss me into a ditch outside city limits.
Guest 1: Is that true?! Did she try to kill her own stepdaughter?
Guest 2: Look at the girl's face! She's covered in bruises!
Victoria: Don't listen to her! She's a liar! She self-harmed to make me look bad!
Sarah: Look at the lobby screen above your head, Victoria.
Victoria slowly looked up at the massive 80-inch digital display hanging in the hotel lobby. Instead of the usual promo videos for the resort's luxury spa, the screen showed crisp security footage from a dark alleyway behind a downtown warehouse.
Victoria: Turn that off! Who authorized that footage to be played on these screens?!
Sarah: That’s video from last night. Look at the license plate on the black SUV. Is that your personal Cadillac Escalade?
Victoria: I... I loaned my car to my driver!
Sarah: Watch the video. That’s you standing by the trunk, handing a briefcase of cash to those two men while I was tied up on the ground.
The entire lobby gasped. Dozens of hotel guests and staff members watched in horror as the video clearly showed Victoria handing over cash to two heavy-set men while Sarah lay bleeding in the dirt behind the vehicle.
Victoria: That’s AI! That video is fake! It's a deepfake designed to ruin my reputation!
Sarah: Modern security systems don't lie, Victoria. That clip came directly from the city traffic surveillance grid, authenticated by the Dallas Police Department.
Victoria: You ruined me! You ruined everything I worked for!
Sarah: You didn't work for anything. You stole a dying man's legacy and tried to murder his daughter to cover your tracks.
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