Chapter 11 - Eleanor Desperately Tries to Cover Up Her Past Lies
Down the hall in the high-security holding cells, Eleanor paced furiously back and forth behind steel bars.
Her expensive emerald green evening gown was wrinkled and torn at the hem from her frantic arrest.
“Do you know who I am?! I demand my phone call to the state attorney general right now!” she screamed at a guard.
The guard walked past her cell without even glancing in her direction, treating her outbursts with total indifference.
Her cell door unlocked with a heavy pneumatic hiss, and two federal prosecutors walked inside accompanied by a stenographer.
“Sit down, Mrs. Vance, and stop wasting your breath on threats that hold no weight here,” the lead prosecutor ordered.
Eleanor sneered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as she leaned back against the concrete wall.
“Every single accusation is a malicious fabrication orchestrated by a bitter, gold-digging ex-girlfriend,” Eleanor claimed stubbornly.
The prosecutor tossed a certified bank ledger and a signed confession from the corrupt clinic clerk onto the metal bunk.
“The clerk confessed an hour ago, Mrs. Vance. He has your signature on the wire transfer receipt and your personal stationery,” the prosecutor stated.
Eleanor's eyes widened in panic as she stared at the undeniable physical proof of her crime.
“He... he's lying! That signature was forged by my former assistant to frame me!” Eleanor lied frantically.
“You're looking at twenty years in federal prison for conspiracy, extortion, and interstate wire fraud,” the prosecutor added calmly.
The color drained entirely from Eleanor's face, her knees buckling slightly as she clutched the edge of the metal bunk.
The invincible matriarch had finally hit a wall of law and order that money couldn't bribe or dissolve.
“I want a deal... I want immunity in exchange for corporate assets,” Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling.
“The government doesn't negotiate with criminals who lock five-year-old children behind iron gates,” the prosecutor answered coldly.
They turned around and walked out of the cell, leaving Eleanor alone in the cold, gray darkness.
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Her reign of terror over her family and estate was permanently shattered beyond repair.
The American justice system had delivered a definitive verdict on her lifetime of arrogance and cruelty.
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