Chapter 15 - Entering The Maximum Security Cell
Federal marshals escorted Adrian through the subterranean concrete corridors of the maximum-security correctional facility downtown.
The heavy steel doors clanged shut behind him one by one, locking away the illusion of luxury he had clung to for so long.
He was led into a bleak, windowless holding cell smelling of disinfectant, concrete, and the lingering despair of previous inmates.
A metal bunk bed, a stainless-steel toilet, and a small wooden stool constituted the entirety of his new living quarters.
“Strip down and put on your orange issue,” the correctional officer commanded, tossing a bundle of coarse fabric onto the floor.
Adrian stared at the clothes in sheer disbelief, his hands trembling as he realized nobody was coming to rescue him.
His wealthy friends had blocked his numbers; his mistress was facing her own prison sentence; his empire belonged to Evelyn.
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He sat down slowly on the edge of the hard metal mattress, burying his face in his hands as silent tears of regret fell.
He had possessed everything a man could ever want, and traded it all away for arrogance, cruelty, and unbridled greed.
