Chapter 8 - Federal Marshals Enter The Exclusive Boston Banquet Hall Today
Heavy double doors at the front of the grand dining hall swung open with a loud, echoing thud.
Three armed federal marshals wearing tactical windbreakers strode purposefully across the imported Turkish marble floor.
The lead marshal scanned the room before locking his eyes directly onto Chad Sterling cowering near the head table.
“Chad Sterling, you are federally indicted for corporate wire fraud, embezzlement, and securities forgery,” the marshal announced.
A collective gasp swept through the banquet hall like a fierce autumn wind tearing through dry leaves.
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Chad tried to back away toward the kitchen service doors, but federal agents blocked his every exit route.
“This is a conspiracy! My uncle is a federal judge; you can't arrest me without consulting our legal team!” Chad screamed.
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