Chapter 4: The Boardroom Trap
The discharge day arrived like a death sentence. Mark showed up with a private ambulance and two "medical escorts" who looked more like bouncers. "Time to go home, Sarah," he said, his hand clamping down on her shoulder.
"Wait," Sarah said, standing tall for the first time in days. "I need to sign the final paperwork for the company's Q3 fiscal review. It’s on the laptop in the waiting room."
Mark laughed, a cruel, smug sound. "You’re not in charge of anything anymore."
"Actually," Sarah said, tapping the phone in her pocket, "the board is meeting in five minutes. And I’ve invited the SEC to watch the feed."
The color drained from Mark’s face. He grabbed her arm, his composure snapping. "You stupid b----, do you have any idea what I’ll do to you?"
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"You can't do anything," Sarah replied, nodding toward the hallway. The double doors swung open, not with security, but with federal agents led by a woman in a sharp blazer—the lead investigator from the SEC. Behind them was Julian, holding a tablet.
"Mr. Sterling," the agent said, holding up a pair of handcuffs. "We have a warrant. Not just for embezzlement, but for conspiracy to commit kidnapping and fraud."
