Chapter 5
Dawn broke over Washington, D.C., casting a brilliant golden illumination across the marble columns of the federal courthouse. Inside the secured briefing room, federal prosecutors laid out thousands of pages of financial records and encrypted emails.
Chloe sat across the polished oak table, wearing a crisp white blazer over her sapphire dress, her mind razor-sharp. "The tax evasion and defense contract fraud charges carry a mandatory minimum of thirty years," Prosecutor Harrison explained.
"Make sure there are no loopholes for plea bargains or early parole," Chloe instructed with absolute authority. "Consider it done; Judge Sterling has already denied bail for both Julian and Beatrice," Prosecutor Harrison confirmed.
Meanwhile, in the holding cells downtown, Julian and his mother sat in stunned silence on cold concrete benches. Beatrice stared blankly at the barred door, realizing that her decades of social dominance had collapsed in a single night.
"This is all your fault, Julian; you should have controlled your wife instead of flaunting your arrogance," Beatrice snarled bitterly. "My fault?! You were the one who poured water on her and told her she was nothing!" Julian fired back furiously.
Their bickering echoed down the concrete corridor, monitored closely by guards through high-definition security cameras. Downstairs in the underground garage, legal representatives for the Vance family were already seizing corporate assets.
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Every bank account, luxury vehicle, and offshore holding belonging to Julian and Beatrice was frozen by the Treasury. The empire they had built on cruelty and intimidation was being liquidated to pay federal restitution fines.
Justice in America, when backed by a four-star general, moved with terrifying and unstoppable velocity.
