Chapter 12 - Federal Marshals Take Immediate Control
The heavy boots of the federal marshals echoed rhythmically across the polished marble floor as they approached the defense table. Caleb tried to puff out his chest and protest, stammering about his constitutional rights and high-powered legal representation.
“You can’t do this! We are pillars of this community! This is a corporate dispute, not a criminal matter!” Caleb shouted frantically. The lead marshal ignored his protests entirely, grabbing Caleb by the arm with an unyielding grip of professional authority.
“Save your speeches for the federal magistrate, Mr. Bennett,” the marshal muttered coldly, pulling out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs. Victoria let out a muffled shriek as another marshal gently but firmly placed her hands behind her back to secure the cuffs.
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The high-society spectators in the gallery watched in stunned silence as the mother and son who had swaggered into court were detained. The tables had turned with breathtaking speed, leaving the conspirators stranded in the wreckage of their own arrogant lies.
They were led down the center aisle past the media benches, shielding their faces from the flashing cameras of national news photographers.
