Chapter 14
Two weeks later, the federal district court in downtown Manhattan was packed to capacity as the high-profile financial fraud trial commenced. Richard Sterling sat at the defense table, wearing a rumpled grey jumpsuit instead of his designer suits.
His high-priced defense attorneys whispered frantically among themselves, completely overwhelmed by the airtight financial ledgers submitted by the prosecution. Every single shell company Richard had used to hide embezzled funds was fully exposed.
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In the front row of the spectator gallery, Rebecca sat with quiet elegance, wearing a tailored cream blazer and matching sunglasses. She didn't look at Richard with anger or malice; her expression was completely detached and serene.
The federal judge adjusted his glasses, reviewing the massive stack of documents with a grave, professional expression. The net was drawn tight, and there were no loopholes left to exploit.
