Chapter 9
Across town at the county detention center, Victoria sat in a sterile holding cell, pacing furiously in her ruined green silk dress. Her manicured nails dug into her palms as she realized her high-priced Manhattan defense team was not answering her emergency calls.
"Get me my attorney on the phone right now!" she demanded through the reinforced glass partition, glaring at the impassive correctional officer. "Do you know who my family is?"
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"Your family accounts have been frozen by federal order, Mrs. Vance," the officer replied flatly, walking away without another word. The golden cage she built for herself had instantly transformed into a concrete prison.
The reality of her impending downfall began to sink in, replacing her arrogant confidence with cold, paralyzing panic. There were no loopholes left to exploit, and no influential friends willing to risk association with a felon.
