Mark leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink while watching footage of the towers collapsing. "And they bought it. Hook, line, and sinker." He grinned, his eyes cold.

The elites around him nodded, smugly enjoying the power they held.

"Can you believe they still think it was terrorists?" Mark chuckled. "We orchestrated the whole thing, down to the finest detail. Planes, buildings, and the perfect scapegoat."

One of the elites added, "And the best part? They’ll never question it. Blame the Muslims, stir up the hate, and they’ll do our bidding without even realizing."

Mark smirked. "That’s the beauty of it. We control the narrative. They’ll believe whatever we want them to."