"…I don't remember any of this," Grayson said slowly.
"There's... several surveillance footage in the assembly hall. Perhaps it would be better if you saw it yourself." Bryan Stewart's expression became a little embarrassed for not thinking of this idea earlier.
He pulled up the video on Grayson's quantum computer and set every single surveillance angle in a holographic display between them.
Grayson watched in silence as the recording played. He saw himself sitting amongst the directors and looked no different from usual. He saw Neville standing at the podium, his presence somehow transformed into something magnetic and dangerous.
And then he saw himself tolerating Neville's behavior in every way, with a very questionable reason. To be fair, it seemed to be all according to plan, but something was odd with his own reactions. He watched himself express an expression and mood that was completely foreign to him.
"Pause it," Grayson commanded, his voice strangely hoarse.
