Chapter 19 - THE GRANDMOTHER'S HANDCUFFS
Victoria Vance paced her high-security holding cell like a caged panther, her styled white hair disheveled and wild.
Her diamond necklace had been confiscated as evidence, leaving her neck bare and exposed to the harsh prison lighting.
A federal guard unlocked her cell door, tossing a standard-issue orange jumpsuit onto the steel bunk.
"Change into your prison grays, Mrs. Vance. Your arraignment is scheduled for 0900 hours," the guard instructed coldly.
Victoria trembled, her manicured fingers brushing against the rough cotton fabric in absolute disbelief.
"My family built this city! You cannot treat me like a common criminal!" Victoria roared, her voice echoing down the cell block.
"In the eyes of federal law, everyone stands equal, madam," the guard replied before slamming the heavy steel door shut.
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She sank slowly onto the narrow bunk, realizing her multi-billion-dollar empire had collapsed into a prison cell.
The golden cage she built to control others had ultimately become her own inescapable tomb.
