All Chapters of After the Kiss Cam Caught Them: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When Warren burst into the camera bay, I still had my headset on. He grabbed my staff badge and ordered me to delete the footage.The PR director Renee Quinn followed behind him, her lipstick already smeared.She blocked the crowd's phones and held out a cashier's check. "Sixty thousand dollars. Hand over the footage, and forget everything you saw tonight.""The live feed already went out. Someone told me over the radio to turn to row seven. I just shoot what I'm told."He didn't argue with me. He glanced down at the name on my badge and tapped it twice, hard. "Zoe Cassidy. I'll remember you. I hope you're still this tough tomorrow."With that, Warren turned and left with Renee.The moment I arrived at the stadium the next day, the event organizers stopped me and took me to an office."Zoe, I need an explanation." Gerald Marsh, the event manager, swiped through his phone a few times, held it out to me, and hit play. What came out was my voice. "Camera locked on row seven. Keep rolling.

That night, Warren posted another update.He said that since I refused to apologize and had a nasty attitude, he'd decided to hold a livestream to set the record straight, inviting Simon, Renee, and everyone else involved.The next afternoon, Victor delivered a confession statement. It required me to admit I'd deliberately hunted for angles to film them, pay one million dollars in reputational damages to the two of them, and promise to leave live sports broadcasting forever.Beneath the statement sat a new vending contract. Victor told me that as soon as I signed, my father could set up outside the stadium again the very next day."Zoe, this is your last chance." He said it like he was handing out charity.I leafed through the contract. The terms really were tempting. I had no reason to refuse.I pressed my hand flat on the contract, looked up at him, and said, one word at a time, "Leave it here. I'll sign it live, in front of everyone. That way the whole world can see just how generou

Simon's voice kept going. "Lock on the man in the blue shirt and striped tie. Keep rolling. Don't cut."Thirteen seconds. No more, no less.Only then came my reply. "Copy. Camera locked on row seven. Copy, keep rolling. Don't cut."The stream went quiet for two seconds. Then the chat swallowed the screen."So those two lines were her repeating orders? They deleted the commands and kept only the camera operator's answers?"Nathan dragged the progress bar back to the start and played it again.Simon sat in his chair, the back of his shirt soaked through. I looked at him. "Whose voice is on that recording?"His lips moved a few times. No sound came out.Warren rapped the table. "Simon."Simon lifted his head, scanned the room, and his gaze finally landed on Warren. "It's mine. But a similar voice proves nothing. This recording has no clear source. It could be spliced too."I set the pinhole camera on the table. "Here's your source."When it powered on, the screen showed the recording leng

A staff member retrieved the old phone. Victor reached for it first. "That's Simon's personal device. This stream has no right to examine it."I stepped in front of him. "The upload just traced back to you, and now you're rushing to grab a witness's phone. Anything that passes through your hands tends to come out looking different."Victor's hand froze in midair.Nathan didn't touch the phone. He waited for Simon to come back from the restroom, then asked whether he consented to making it public.Simon had washed his face; water still clung to his forehead. "I consent. That email holds my chat records with them."Renee stared at him. "Didn't you say no one forced you?"Simon's mouth twisted. "No one forced me. They just threatened my family's lives, that's all."He looked at Victor. "The night of the game, he called me three times, telling me to swear Zoe filmed it on her own. The next day, he sent me the personal guaranty my brother had signed. My brother had an accident while doing c

On the recording, Marsh asked, "Mr. Doyle, they've spotted the camera."Warren answered, "Get a clearer shot. We're keeping this footage for later."A few minutes later, his voice came through the channel again. "Use Zoe Cassidy's account to put the video out first."Marsh hesitated. "And after it's out?""Once it's trending, make her hand over all the raw footage. If she won't, go after her dad's cart."Victor asked, "What if she kept the crew-channel audio?"Warren laughed. "Who'd believe a camera operator's recording? Simon will testify she filmed on her own. The company will confirm she had access to the footage. Once everyone's decided she's guilty, anything she produces will look fake."No one in the studio spoke. This wasn't blame thrown together after things went wrong. From the moment he told the camera to keep rolling, he had already picked his scapegoat.He knew Camera 7 was mine. He knew Dad's cart depended on the stadium. And he knew how hard it was for an ordinary camera