Chapter 12 - Interrogating Adrian Inside The Federal Holding Security Facility
Inside the sterile, fluorescent-lit interrogation room of the federal holding facility, Adrian sat hunched over a steel table.
His expensive tuxedo was ruined, his hair was disheveled, and his arrogant demeanor had completely evaporated into despair.
The heavy metal door clicked open, and I walked into the room accompanied by Agent Vance and my defense attorney.
Adrian looked up, his bloodshot eyes widening in sheer disbelief as he stared at me standing across the table.
“You... you planned this entire thing from the very day we met, didn't you?” Adrian rasped, his voice shaking with fury.
“I figured out what you were doing three months into our engagement, Adrian,” I answered, taking a seat calmly.
“I could have gone straight to the feds back then, but you needed enough rope to hang yourself legally.”
“I gave you the autonomy to build your fraudulent empire so the forfeiture laws would strip you down to absolute zero.”
Adrian slammed his handcuffed fists onto the steel table, leaning forward with a terrifying, desperate expression.
“Drop the charges! We can split the remaining overseas assets! You can’t do this to me!” he screamed.
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“I didn't do anything to you, Adrian,” I replied, standing up to leave. “You did it to yourself.”
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