Chapter 3 - Federal Agents Secure The Gala Venue
Before Arthur could lunge forward in another blind rage, heavy double doors at the main entrance swung wide open with a crash.
Four armed Federal Marshals and two IRS criminal investigators strode into the ballroom, their tactical boots clicking sharply on marble.
“Step away from the platform, Mr. Vance. Keep your hands where we can see them,” the lead federal agent commanded with authority.
Arthur froze, his arms hovering uselessly in mid-air as reality finally caught up with his decades of unchecked white-collar arrogance.
Eleanor let out a sharp, theatrical gasp, clutching her designer pearls as she collapsed dramatically against the pillar.
“This is an outrage! We are pillars of Manhattan society!” Eleanor wailed, looking around the room for sympathetic allies.
Not a single guest met her gaze; everyone looked away, distancing themselves instantly from the radioactive scandal unfolding live.
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Maren stood tall amidst the chaos, her olive combat shirt and navy tactical plate carrier standing out like armor of pure truth.
The federal agent approached Maren, snapping a crisp, respectful salute that acknowledged her active military rank and clearance.
