New York City — February 2026
No red carpet.
No urgent crawl across the bottom of the screen.
Just four voices — each carrying years of earned trust — deciding, separately yet in eerie unison, that the old rules of distance and decorum had become complicity.
That February night, American late-night and cable news did not erupted.
It exhaled.
And in that single, deliberate …
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