Chapter 18 - Ethan's Arrest
Sitting in a rundown motel room in Queens, Ethan watched live financial news reporting Clara's rise to executive power.
His face turned purple with rage as he slammed his fist against the cheap wooden dresser, shattering a ceramic lamp.
Suddenly, the flimsy motel door was kicked off its hinges with a deafening crash that shook the entire room.
Federal marshals swarmed inward, pinning Ethan face-down onto the worn carpet before he could reach his jacket pocket.
"Ethan Vance, you are under federal arrest for conspiracy, securities fraud, and criminal trespassing," Agent Miller declared.
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Heavy steel handcuffs locked around his wrists with a cold, unforgiving snap that echoed off the bare walls.
He was hauled out past curious motel residents, his expensive suit wrinkled and ruined beyond all recognition.
