Chapter 18 - THE PRISON CELL OF AMBITION
Two weeks later, the federal grand jury indicted Julian Sterling on multiple counts of corporate fraud and embezzlement.
Stripped of bail due to flight risk, Julian sat inside a sterile, fluorescent-lit holding cell downtown.
His navy blue tuxedo was gone, replaced by a coarse orange jumpsuit that felt suffocating against his skin.
Footsteps echoed down the metal-grade hallway as a guard unlocked the heavy steel door.
"Sterling, you have a visitor in booth four," the guard announced bluntly.
Julian dragged his feet down the corridor, hoping against hope that someone had come to rescue him.
He sat down in the glass-partitioned visitor booth, picking up the heavy plastic telephone receiver with shaking hands.
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Sitting on the other side of the glass was not a lawyer, but Vanessa, her face cold and hardened.
"I'm filing for divorce, Julian. My lawyers are taking whatever scraps are left of your name," Vanessa stated flatly.
