Chapter 7 - The Federal Marshals Arrive Outside
Outside the grand estate windows, flashing red and blue lights began painting the manicured lawn in an eerie, pulsing glow.
Two unmarked federal black SUVs pulled up directly behind Brendan’s luxury sports cars, blocking any possible exit.
Heavy doors slammed shut in unison as four armed federal marshals marched purposefully toward the front double doors.
The brass knocker pounded against the mahogany wood before the door swung open without waiting for an invitation.
“Mr. Brendan Morrison and Mrs. Diane Morrison?” the lead marshal called out, stepping into the warm foyer with crisp authority.
“We are executing federal warrants for corporate wire fraud, embezzlement of subsidiary funds, and insider trading,” he stated.
Brendan stepped backward until the back of his knees hit the dining table, knocking over a silver water pitcher.
“There’s been some mistake! My father built this company! We didn't embezzle anything!” Brendan shouted defensively.
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“You funneled forty million dollars of Vanguard R&D capital into private offshore accounts registered under shell companies,” the marshal replied.
The marshal stepped closer, pulling out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs that gleamed ominously under the chandelier light.
