Chapter 18 - Vivian Faces The Cold Reality Of A Holding Cell
Miles away in a federal holding facility, Vivian sat shivering on a metal bunk inside a gray cinderblock cell.
Her expensive designer dress was ruined, her hair was unwashed, and her mascara was smeared across her pale face.
She pounded her fists against the steel bars in a fit of manic rage that echoed down the desolate corridor.
“Do you know who my father is?! Get me out of here right now!” she screamed into the empty darkness.
A bored female guard walked past, shining a flashlight beam directly into Vivian’s bloodshot eyes with complete indifference.
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“Quiet down in there; nobody cares who your father is anymore,” the guard muttered, continuing her patrol down the hall.
Vivian slid slowly down the cold metal bars, weeping as she realized her golden cage had transformed into a real prison.
