Chapter 10 - THE AFTERMATH IN THE PRIVATE ROOM
The heavy double doors remained wide open now, letting the cool evening air flow into the stuffy private room.
Director Vance turned to Elena, offering a respectful nod as he handed her a pristine white handkerchief.
"Are you alright, Ms. Vance? The medical team is waiting downstairs in the secure motorcade," Vance asked quietly.
Elena accepted the handkerchief, gently pressing it against a minor cut on her neck without altering her posture.
"I'm fine, Director. The physical scars will fade faster than his corporate empire," Elena replied with a subtle smirk.
"The federal grand jury has already issued indictments for every single board member linked to his syndicate," Vance added.
"Good. Make sure every asset they own is seized under the Patriot Act before sunrise," Elena commanded smoothly.
She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the glittering cityscape of the American metropolis below.
The framed US flag hanging in the hallway caught the amber light, standing as a silent symbol of justice restored.
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Her harrowing ordeal was finally over, but the foundation for a new, honest era of American enterprise was just beginning.
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