Chapter 7
"What do you know?" Julian demanded, his voice cracking slightly despite his desperate attempt to maintain his authoritative facade.
He dropped his clenched fists to his sides, his fingers twitching in mounting panic as the reality of his ruin set in.
Inside the parked sedan outside, the fifty-five-year-old official gave a slow, deliberate nod to the tactical team in the backseat.
"We are moving in. Secure the perimeter and lock down all exits immediately," the official commanded into his radio mic.
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Heavy tactical boots hit the pavement outside the hotel lobby, signaling the arrival of federal agents equipped with heavy gear.
The festive mood of the high-society wedding was officially dead, replaced by the grim reality of a high-stakes federal raid.
