Chapter 6 - Security Escorts The Humiliated Richard Out Of Sight
Two towering men in federal tactical suits appeared suddenly from behind the ballroom doors.
They walked purposefully down the central aisle, ignoring the startled protests of the high-society guests.
“Mr. Richard Sterling?” the lead federal marshal asked, stopping right at the base of the stage.
“This is a private event! You have no jurisdiction here!” Richard protested, his voice cracking with rising hysteria.
“Federal arrest warrants supersede charity galas, Mr. Sterling,” the marshal replied flatly, stepping onto the stage.
Before Richard could run, heavy steel handcuffs were snapped firmly around his expensive silk cuffs.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as the man who had auctioned his wife moments earlier was dragged away in irons.
Richard looked back desperately toward his father's table, but the old man had already slipped out through the side exit.
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“You can't do this! My father is a major campaign donor!” Richard screamed as the marshals guided him toward the exit.
The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him, sealing his fate and ending his reign of arrogance in New York.
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