Chapter 19 - Mara Voss Cooperates With Investigators to Save Her License
Back in Manhattan, disgraced Dr. Mara Voss sat across a metal interrogation table from a federal prosecutor.
The conference room of the U.S. Attorney’s Office smelled of stale coffee and industrial carpet cleaner.
Dr. Voss looked ten years older than she had just a week ago, her designer suits replaced by a simple, unadorned blouse.
“Your cooperation agreement is contingent upon full, unvarnished disclosure of the Nexus referral kickback network,” the prosecutor stated.
Dr. Voss swallowed hard, sliding a thick folder of signed medical referral logs across the table toward the investigator.
“I have the complete financial ledger of every kickback payment channeled through our clinic,” Dr. Voss confessed quietly.
“Arthur Vance personally guaranteed our clinic a twenty-percent commission for every Veyron exoskeleton prescribed to trauma patients.”
The investigator flipped open the ledger, scanning page after page of illicit financial transactions linking doctors to corporate fraud.
“Did Piper Larkin know her prescription was part of a financial kickback scheme?” the investigator asked sharply.
“No,” Dr. Voss answered instantly, shaking her head with genuine remorse.
“Piper was just... she was an ideal candidate because her family had the financial resources to pay premium maintenance fees.”
“You exploited a young woman’s traumatic accident to cash corporate referral checks,” the prosecutor noted flatly.
Dr. Voss buried her face in her hands, letting out a ragged, desperate sob that echoed off the bare walls.
“I was blinded by ambition... our clinic was drowning in debt, and Veyron offered us a lifeline.”
“That lifeline just turned into a federal prison sentence,” the prosecutor replied without an ounce of sympathy.
“Sign the confession, Mara; it’s the only thing standing between you and a ten-year mandatory minimum.”
With trembling fingers, Dr. Voss picked up a ballpoint pen and signed her name at the bottom of the federal cooperation plea.
Her medical career, her reputation, and her professional standing evaporated into ink on a government document.
As federal marshals escorted her out of the conference room, she realized the devastating cost of chasing corporate comfort.
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