Chapter 7
News of the dramatic boardroom arrest broke across every major US media outlet before Richard even reached the federal holding facility. Helicopters swarmed the airspace above the Manhattan skyscraper, capturing high-definition footage of the billionaire being shoved into a transport vehicle.
Sarah emerged from the front doors of the building ten minutes later, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of private security contractors. The flashing camera strobes illuminated her composed face, capturing the image of a fearless woman who had single-handedly executed a corporate coup.
She did not answer a single shouted question from the frantic press pool, maintaining her absolute, terrifying silence. Inside her waiting vehicle, she immediately opened a secure video conference with the European banking cartel leaders.
"The transition of power is complete; all hostile elements within the Sterling board have been legally neutralized," Sarah reported in flawless French. The men on the screen nodded with deep, profound respect, recognizing the brutal efficiency of her flawless operational strategy.
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Meanwhile, inside the bleak, concrete walls of the federal detention center, Richard was stripped of his custom-tailored charcoal suit. He was handed a standard orange jumpsuit, the ultimate symbol of his complete and utter fall from absolute societal grace.
He sat on the hard metal bunk, staring at the blank wall as the phantom sting of her slap continued to burn his cheek. He had traded an empire and a family for a fleeting affair, and the price was a lifetime of total annihilation.
