Chapter 6
The next morning, news of the Miller family scandal broke across every major financial news network in America.
Headlines splashed photos of Ethan in handcuffs alongside breaking reports of the three-million-dollar fraud.
Wall Street reacted instantly; Vance Enterprises stock surged five percent as investors applauded the swift purge of corruption.
Inside the federal holding facility in lower Manhattan, Ethan sat in a cold visitation room behind reinforced glass.
His navy suit was wrinkled, his brown hair messy, his eyes dark with sleep deprivation.
The heavy steel door opened, and Clara walked into the room accompanied by Arthur's chief legal advisor, Marcus Vance.
She wore an elegant white maternity suit, her hair styled neatly, radiating power and self-assurance.
She sat down across from Ethan, picking up the black plastic phone receiver attached to the wall.
Ethan grabbed his phone frantically, pressing his face against the scratched glass partition.
"Clara! Thank God you came!" Ethan pleaded, tears streaming down his unwashed face.
"You have to drop the charges! The prosecutors are talking about a ten-year mandatory sentence!"
Clara held the receiver calmly, her expression as smooth and unreadable as marble.
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"I didn't come here to drop the charges, Ethan," Clara said, her voice crystal clear through the earpiece.
"I came here to deliver your final divorce settlement offer."
