Chapter 7: The Boardroom Ambush
Three days later, Julian returned to Denver on an early morning flight, marching straight into the glass-walled executive boardroom of his company expecting to salvage his ruined plans. Instead of his corporate associates, he was greeted by two federal marshals and Harrison Vance waiting quietly at the head of the mahogany table.
As Julian slammed his leather briefcase down and demanded to know why security had barred his office doors, Harrison calmly slid a thick federal indictment packet across the polished surface. The charges listed inside were staggering: wire fraud, interstate identity theft, falsification of corporate documents, and conspiracy to commit grand larceny.
Julian’s face drained of all color, his arrogant swagger evaporating instantly into a pool of blind, stammering panic as he realized the full scope of his defeat. He looked toward the heavy oak doors, hoping for an escape route that no longer existed, completely trapped by the very legal instruments he had tried to manipulate.
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“This is an outrage! I demand to speak to my attorneys immediately!” Julian shouted, his voice cracking with rising hysteria as the federal marshals stepped closer to his chair.
Harrison smiled coldly, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses with unshakeable poise. “Your attorneys are currently reviewing these exact charges, Mr. Sterling, and I assure you they advised you to surrender quietly.”
