Chapter 13 - Interrogating Julian At Federal Holding
Inside a sterile interrogation room at the federal detention center, Julian sat in an orange jumpsuit shaking uncontrollably.
The metal table reflected the harsh fluorescent overhead lighting, casting deep shadows across his pale, tear-stained face.
The door swung open, and federal prosecutors walked in, sliding a thick stack of printed bank statements across the metal surface.
“Your mother has already started cooperating, Julian, and she’s blaming every fraudulent transaction on your signature,” a prosecutor stated.
“That’s a lie! Mother signed off on the offshore accounts too!” Julian yelled, slamming his cuffed hands onto the table.
“Then you can both share a cell block for the next twenty years while the courts liquidate your remaining assets,” the prosecutor replied.
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Julian slumped forward in his chair, burying his face in his hands as the reality of his prison sentence set in.
There was no bail, no corporate bailout, and no wealthy friends coming to rescue him from his federal indictments.
