Chapter 22
The following morning, crisp autumn sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the grand executive boardroom downtown.
Federal marshals stood at every exit, their dark uniforms and badges catching the morning light as they secured the perimeter.
The members of the board of directors sat in terrified silence around the polished mahogany table, staring at the open arrest warrants.
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Vanessa walked into the boardroom wearing an immaculate emerald green pantsuit, her head held high with absolute regal authority.
She stopped at the head of the table, looking down at the corrupt executives who had tried to steal her legacy from the shadows.
