Chapter 323 The Death Row Inmate

• Everyone turned to see Hiram in the center circle. He uncrossed his legs, and with one beautifully manicured hand, he lit a match right in front of the microphone.
• A small flame flickered to life, igniting the expensive microphone in front of the organizers, and filling the room with a loud crackling sound that cut Lydia off mid-sentence.
• Hiram sat there, lazily watching the flame burn until it almost reached his fingertips, then tossed it aside, and the noise finally subsided.