Chapter 11
The federal courthouse in downtown Washington, D.C., towered majestically against the bright blue summer sky. Massive granite pillars supported the grand entrance, flanked by fluttering American flags that snapped sharply in the morning wind.
Marcus walked up the grand stone steps, wearing a tailored charcoal suit over a crisp white shirt. Clara walked proudly by his side, while ten-year-old Leo held tightly to his father's hand, looking up at the monumental architecture with wide eyes.
Media vans and reporters crowded the outer plaza, shouting questions and flashing cameras as the famous chef and his restored family arrived for the final sentencing hearing. Marcus kept his head held high, ignoring the chaotic media circus entirely.
Special Prosecutor David Miller met them at the top of the granite steps, offering a reassuring nod and opening the heavy glass doors for them. "Good morning, Marcus. The courtroom is packed, but federal security has cleared a private gallery for your family."
"Thank you, David," Marcus replied, stepping into the cool, marble-floored interior of the federal courthouse. "Let's put this chapter to bed once and for all."
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They entered courtroom 402, a cavernous, wood-paneled hall dominated by an elevated judicial bench and the great seal of the United States. Spectators filled the wooden pews, whispering quietly among themselves as the high-profile case reached its ultimate climax.
At the defense table sat Evelyn Vance, wearing a standard orange federal jumpsuit instead of her designer emerald green suits. Her hair was unstyled, her face lined with exhaustion, and her arrogant demeanor completely eradicated by the harsh reality of her crimes.
