Chapter 8 - Locking the mansion gates permanently as federal marshals serve high-stakes fraud indictments to the stunned socialite in her holding room.
At 7:00 AM, two federal marshals in dark tactical suits marched down the hallway toward the guest annex holding room.
They unlocked the heavy wooden door, finding Victoria curled up on the velvet sofa in her ruined sapphire evening gown.
"Victoria Vance, you are under formal arrest for grand larceny, insurance fraud, and federal wire embezzlement," the marshal announced.
Heavy steel handcuffs snapped sharply around her wrists, biting cruelly into her pale skin as she scrambled backward in shock.
"You can't touch me! My father built half of the federal courthouses in this state!" Victoria shrieked, thrashing against the officers.
"Your father's name doesn't exempt you from federal prison statutes, Mrs. Vance," the lead marshal replied flatly, hauling her up.
She was marched past the grand foyer and out the front doors, right past the proudly waving US flag in the morning light.
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Tourists and morning commuters snapped photographs of the once-untouchable social queen being shoved into the back of a black SUV.
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