Chapter 11 - Federal Marshals Surround Eleanor’s Beacon Hill Mansion
Before Eleanor could process the sudden collapse of her social network, a loud pounding echoed against her front oak doors.
She marched down the grand foyer in her velvet gown, throwing the door open with an indignant scowl on her face.
Two armed federal postal inspectors and four U.S. marshals stood on her pristine marble porch, blocking the sunlight.
“Eleanor Sterling?” the lead marshal asked formally, holding up a thick stack of federal seizure warrants.
“You have got to be kidding me! Do you know who I am? I sit on the governor’s cultural committee!” Eleanor shrieked.
“You currently sit under federal investigation for multi-million-dollar asset fraud and kidnapping,” the marshal stated flatly.
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“Step aside, ma’am. We are executing a complete asset forfeiture of this property under federal court order.”
Before she could protest further, agents walked past her with cardboard boxes, slapping red seizure stickers across her antique furnishings.
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