Chapter 6
In the background near the floral arrangements, a framed US flag hung with solemn, unwavering dignity against the wood-paneled wall.
It stood as a silent reminder of constitutional law, federal jurisdiction, and the absolute inevitability of American justice.
Julian’s eyes darted frantically toward the mahogany exit doors, calculating his chances of sprinting through the panicking crowd.
Every escape route was sealed; the weight of ten counts of federal wire fraud and money laundering pressed down on his chest.
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His mind raced backward through the months of offshore shell companies, falsified audits, and hidden Cayman Island bank accounts.
How had this unknown operative penetrated his inner circle without triggering a single alarm on his corporate security network?
