The exact moment Madison had posted. Except now it had a beginning. And beginnings changed everything. Mitchell paused the video. She looked at Sloan.
This is what you reviewed before suspending her. Sloan's jaw tightened. The clip submitted to my office did not include this angle. That wasn't my question. He looked toward the screen.
We were working with what we had. Nia felt Naomi's shift beside her. Naomi said nothing. She didn't need to. Mitchell restarted the footage.
Madison could be seen lowering her phone after capturing Nia's reaction. Ryan laughed. Trevor smiled. The camera had no clean audio, but the body language was unmistakable. Then came the later courtyard feed.
Trevor taking Nia's folder, his hand closing around her wrist. Ryan advancing toward Naomi. Naomi redirecting him. Derek moving in. Naomi stepping between them.
Controlled. Measured. Then security arriving and immediately focusing on Naomi. Mitchell stopped the video again. Nobody looked at Naomi's clothes now.
That was not lost on her. Trevor leaned back. So she still put her hands on Ryan. Mitchell turned. She stopped a confrontation after your group surrounded her sister.
She wasn't supposed to be there. Nia stared at him. Trevor realized too late how ridiculous that sounded. Mitchell's expression hardened. What exactly did you think Nia was supposed to do?
Trevor said nothing. Ryan looked down. Derek crossed his arms. Madison finally spoke. She made it look worse than it was.
Nia almost laughed. You posted eight seconds. Madison's face flushed. It was what happened. It was part of what happened.
Mitchell looked at her. Do you still have the original recording? Madison hesitated. That hesitation answered before she did. Yes.
Hand it over. Madison looked at Trevor. Mitchell noticed. So did Nia. Now.
Madison unlocked her phone. Ashley suddenly stood. Everyone turned. I have messages. Trevor's head snapped toward her.
Ashley. She flinched. Then steadied herself. I have all of them. Trevor rose halfway from his chair.
Sit down. Mitchell's voice cut through the room. Trevor stopped. Ashley looked terrified. Not of physical harm.
Of crossing a line she had spent weeks pretending did not exist. She placed her phone on the table. There was a group chat. Ryan muttered something under his breath. Ashley ignored him.
Trevor told us not to answer questions if Nia complained. Trevor stared at her. You're lying. Ashley shook her head. No. She swiped through messages.