Eleanor only hinted at possessing the damning training room footage to unnerve Victor. She had enlisted Luciano to uncover other incriminating evidence—photos and documented instances of Victor’s unethical behavior in the competition circuit—but that particular surveillance footage eluded her. Still, she knew that by releasing just a portion of her findings, Victor would believe she had the entire arsenal against him. And that was enough.
Victor, the poor soul, fell right into her trap. Panic-stricken and overwhelmed, he scrambled to issue a public apology.
A sly smile played on Eleanor’s lips as she pocketed her phone and returned to the private room, feeling satisfied. She knew she had won without breaking a sweat.