Chapter 11 - The Federal Marshals Seize Control Of Richard's Assets
Down in the federal holding facility, Richard sat on the edge of a steel cot in his orange jumpsuit.
The prison doors clanked open, and a federal marshal tossed a thick stack of asset forfeiture notices onto his bunk.
Richard grabbed the papers frantically, his eyes scanning the columns of frozen bank accounts and seized properties.
“This is a mistake! My penthouse in Tribeca is protected by an offshore trust!” Richard shouted at the guard.
“The offshore trust was dissolved by a federal judge an hour ago under RICO statutes,” the guard replied flatly.
“Your cars, your accounts, your yacht—they all belong to the federal receivership now.”
Richard dropped the papers, burying his face in his hands as the reality of his total ruin finally set in.
He had spent his entire life mocking people who weren't born into wealth, assuming his safety net was infinite.
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Now, he was facing twenty years in a federal penitentiary with zero dollars to his name and no friends left.
The arrogance that had driven him to humiliate Eleanor at the charity gala had become the very rope that hanged him.
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