Chapter 7
The federal holding facility downtown was sterile, cold, and relentlessly bright under fluorescent lights. Evelyn and Marcus sat across from each other in a secure glass visitation booth, their tailored designer suits looking ridiculous in a holding cell.
Marcus was shaking uncontrollably, his manicured fingers digging into the laminate table. "Mother, we are completely ruined! Our accounts are locked, our lawyers dropped us, and Caleb has full control of the estate trust!"
Evelyn glared through the reinforced glass partition, her expression twisted with venomous hatred rather than remorse. "Your brother was always a stubborn fool who lacked true business vision, but he has finally crossed an unforgivable line."
"What vision, Mother?" Marcus snapped back hysterically. "We are facing twenty years in a maximum-security federal penitentiary for financial fraud and assault!"
"We are not going to prison, Marcus," Evelyn hissed coldly, leaning forward with a calculating gleam in her eyes. "I have offshore backup accounts in the Cayman Islands that Caleb doesn't even know exist."
"Those accounts were frozen by the federal magistrate this morning!" Marcus cried out in despair. "Did you not hear the marshal's deposition?"
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"There are always back channels for those who possess real wealth and influence in this country," Evelyn whispered darkly, her voice dripping with dangerous confidence. "Our attorney is already drafting a retaliatory lawsuit claiming military retaliation."
She truly believed her wealth and social status placed her above the law, a fatal delusion shared by all tyrants who fall from power. Behind the glass, a federal guard stepped into the booth to signal the end of their visitation time.
