Chapter 16 - Portia Refuses To Cooperate During Interrogation At The Precinct
Inside the federal detention center downtown, Portia sat alone in a sterile, windowless stainless-steel interrogation room.
She wore a standard orange jumpsuit, her hair unbrushed and her designer gown replaced by prison-issue denim.
Two federal prosecutors slid a thick plea-bargain document across the cold metal table toward her handcuffed wrists.
“If you cooperate and detail every hidden shell account, the judge might consider a reduced sentence,” a prosecutor offered.
Portia slammed her palms onto the table, glaring across the room with venomous, unrepentant hatred in her eyes.
“I won't sign a damn thing! My father’s friends will have you all disbarred by the end of the week!” she snarled.
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“Your father is currently sharing a cell block two floors down, Ms. Vance,” the prosecutor replied calmly.
Portia’s jaw dropped in absolute shock, finally realizing she had no allies left in the entire world.
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