“Dad?” Anna’s voice trembled, a mix of relief and disbelief. She had grown up watching her father wield influence with grace and discretion; seeing him here, in this guise, was surreal.

Samantha Reed, who had been enjoying the spectacle of Anna’s humiliation, now shifted uncomfortably. The air was thick with tension, and the crowd’s anticipation was palpable.

Michael tried to regain his composure, his mind racing. His public persona was at stake, and the presence of Anna’s father added an unexpected layer of accountability. “Daniel, I—”