Chapter 20 - The Grandfather Is Escorted Out In Silver Cuffs
Back at the maximum-security federal courthouse in downtown Manhattan, high-profile trial proceedings commenced at dawn.
Media vans blocked the streets for blocks as Jonathan Vance was led down the stone courthouse steps in heavy silver cuffs.
Flashbulbs illuminated his aged, wrinkled face, capturing the absolute humiliation of a fallen titan of American industry.
He kept his eyes glued to the pavement, refusing to look at the roaring crowd of reporters shouting hostile questions.
“Mr. Vance! Do you have any comment on your granddaughter’s miraculous survival?” a persistent reporter yelled over the noise.
Jonathan stumbled slightly on the bottom step, his expensive leather shoe scuffing against the unforgiving concrete.
Federal marshals hoisted him firmly by his elbows, guiding him toward the waiting armored transport van with zero ceremony.
As the heavy steel doors slammed shut behind him, the last vestige of his ruthless empire vanished into the shadows.
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He had spent his entire life building a legacy of fear and control, only to die a forgotten prisoner of the state.
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