Behind The Mask
They smiled for photos and then slipped away, ghosts in evening dress.
Grayson vanished into the rafters, climbing into service tunnels and overhead catwalks until he found a dark niche above the main floor. He rigged the small transmitter into the event’s AV cluster quietly, then crawled into the ceiling to wait.
The ceremony began exactly on cue: rehearsed speeches, liquid applause, practiced smiles. On the giant screen, a slideshow of charity projects played, children laughing, clean water, glossy hope. The live broadcast rolled outward: dozens of channels, hundreds of living rooms, feeds into the world.