Chapter 11 - Margaret’s High Society Allies Abandon Her In Panic
Inside the federal holding facility, Margaret sat in a sterile holding cell wearing a standard orange jumpsuit.
Her manicured fingernails dug into the cold concrete table as she stared at her silent, confiscated burner phone.
She had spent the last two hours calling every influential senator, judge, and corporate board member she had ever patronized.
Every single call went straight to voicemail or was abruptly disconnected by terrified former allies cutting ties.
“They wouldn't dare abandon me... I made half of those ungrateful cowards!” Margaret hissed to the empty concrete walls.
A prison guard unlocked the heavy metal door, stepping inside with a clipboard and a cold, professional expression.
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“Visitor’s log is empty, Ms. Vance. Your defense attorneys have formally terminated their representation,” the guard stated flatly.
Margaret’s jaw trembled as the absolute loneliness of her total defeat finally crashed down upon her arrogant soul.
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