Chapter 8 - Locking the grand mansion gates permanently as federal marshals arrive to arrest the arrogant executive for grand larceny and corporate embezzlement right at midnight.
At precisely midnight, three unmarked black federal SUVs roared up the winding driveway of the grand suburban estate.
Heavy boots crunched against the snow as armed federal marshals in tactical gear fanned out across the front lawn.
The lead marshal marched up the marble steps, raising his heavy fist and banging aggressively on the massive oak front door.
Richard swung the door open angrily, expecting a delivery driver or a panicked corporate consultant instead of federal badges.
"Richard Vance, you are under arrest for grand larceny, wire fraud, and corporate embezzlement," the marshal announced coldly.
Stainless steel handcuffs flashed under the porch light, snapping tightly around Richard's wrists before he could utter a single word.
"This is an outrage! My mother is a personal friend of the district attorney!" Richard screamed, thrashing against the federal agents.
Margaret rushed into the foyer, clutching her pearl necklace in horror as her son was hauled backward down the snowy steps.
"You can't do this! Do you know who we are?!" Margaret shrieked at the federal officers surrounding the property perimeter.
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A federal agent slapped an official padlock onto the grand mansion's front gates, sealing the estate under federal asset forfeiture laws.
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