CHAPTER 6: THE INTERROGATION ROOM SHOCK
In the sterile, fluorescent-lit holding facility downtown, Daniel sat in an orange jumpsuit staring blankly at the stainless-steel bolted table. His expensive designer suit was gone, replaced by the humiliating uniform of a federal inmate facing multiple life sentences.
The heavy door swung open, and his high-priced defense attorney walked in, slamming a thick folder onto the table before dropping into a chair with a heavy sigh. "I'm dropping your representation, Daniel," the attorney stated flatly without any hesitation.
Daniel's head snapped up, his eyes bulging with frantic panic as he grabbed the edge of the metal table. "You can't do that! My family pays you a fortune! Find a loophole, get me bail!" he screamed hysterically.
"There are no loopholes when the federal government seizes every single cent of your hidden assets and presents an unassailable murder conspiracy file," the attorney interrupted coldly. "Your mother has already started pointing the finger entirely at you to secure a plea deal."
The betrayal hit Daniel like a physical blow, draining the last remaining color from his face as the walls seemed to close in around him. Margaret had spent his entire life molding him into a weapon of greed, only to throw him under the bus the moment things went south.
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He buried his face in his cuffed hands, finally realizing the monumental depth of his stupidity and moral bankruptcy. He had traded genuine love, loyalty, and a peaceful life for a desperate gamble at someone else's fortune.
There were no more smooth lies to tell, no more charming smiles to deploy, and no more wealthy victims to manipulate. He was completely alone in the dark, stripped of everything he had tried to steal.
