Chapter 23 - THE RECKONING
The federal courthouse in Chicago was surrounded by a sea of media vans and protestors holding signs demanding corporate accountability.
Richard Vance walked up the courthouse steps flanked by high-priced defense attorneys who looked thoroughly out of their depth.
His navy blue suit was unpressed, and his famous red tie was nowhere to be seen as cameras flashed blindingly in his face.
He caught sight of a camera crew broadcasting live to the national networks, stopping for a brief, bitter moment.
"My daughter has committed treason against her own flesh and blood, and she will pay for this betrayal," Richard spat into a reporter's microphone.
Inside the courtroom, Judge Henderson adjusted his glasses, looking down at the massive pile of federal indictments with a stern expression.
"Mr. Vance, your defense motions for bail have been denied based on clear evidence of witness intimidation and flight risk," Judge Henderson stated coldly.
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Richard's jaw dropped slack as federal marshals stepped forward, placing cold steel handcuffs around his wrists.
The illusion of untouchable corporate supremacy was shattered permanently inside the solemn federal courtroom.
