The drone broke through the ballroom air like a bullet made of silence. Its hum sliced through the chatter, the clinking of champagne glasses, the murmurs of the elite. Heads turned. Eyes lifted. The polished crowd of reporters, players, and executives froze as the little machine hovered above the stage lights, its red lens blinking — recording, revealing, judging.A faint voice cut through the noise.“Is that… a drone?” someone whispered.Then the projector flared to life.The wall behind Sir Reginald Sterling — billionaire, chairman, untouchable king of football politics — exploded with light. And on that light, truth was carved in motion.Emails. Bank transfers. Secret contracts. Conversations recorded from encrypted calls. Each file was a weapon, each line of text a bullet. The crowd gasped as the truth unfolded — the fixing, the bribes, the laundering, the scandals buried under sponsorships and smiles.And then — the final blow.A video. Sir Reginald himself, seated in a private
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