Chapter 16 - Diane Faces Her New Reality
Upstate at the county detention facility, Diane Morrison sat in a shared holding cell wearing coarse gray inmate scrubs.
Her expensive jewelry had been confiscated during intake, leaving her bare fingers looking pale, weak, and unaccustomed to labor.
Cellmates who had spent decades in the criminal justice system looked at her with open hostility and zero sympathy.
When the guard announced visiting hours, Diane rushed to the glass partition hoping for a lawyer or a wealthy friend.
Instead, she found a court-appointed public defender who looked exhausted and entirely uninterested in her high-society complaints.
“Mrs. Morrison, the prosecution has denied all bail requests due to your active international flight risk,” her lawyer stated bluntly.
“Flight risk? I own half of Boston real estate!” Diane protested angrily.
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“You owned half of Boston real estate; Vanguard Corp currently owns your clothes, your bank accounts, and your prison meals,” he corrected.
Diane slumped back against the steel chair, weeping tears of bitter realization as her lifelong illusion of superiority collapsed.
