Chapter 9 - A Mother’s Plea
Inside the visiting room of the Manhattan Metropolitan Correctional Center, Mrs. Thorne sat behind the thick glass divider.
She stared across at her son, who looked deflated, wearing the standard-issue blue prison uniform, his hair unkempt.
He hadn't slept. The reality of a twenty-year federal sentence was setting in.
"Mariana filed for divorce this morning on grounds of physical and emotional abuse, citing the recordings from your home security system," Mrs. Thorne said quietly.
"She has agreed to drop the civil lawsuits against you if you plead guilty to all federal charges and cooperate with the SEC regarding your associates," his mother added.
Liam buried his head in his hands, sobbing in frustration. The Starlings weren't just ruining him; they were dissecting him.
"They own the judges, they own the senators, they own the city, Mom," Liam whispered into the phone receiver.
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"I never had a chance against her. She let me believe I was the powerful one."
His mother stood up, realizing there was nothing left to salvage, not even her son's pride.
