Chapter 8 - Serving Federal Legal Papers During The Country Club Luncheon
The following Saturday afternoon, Patricia sat at her reserved center table inside the prestigious Oakridge Country Club dining room.
She was dressed in a pristine white linen suit, sipping champagne with the town’s wealthiest socialites while trying to act completely unfazed.
"David and I are simply renovating the mansion, which is why we’re staying at a boutique hotel," Patricia lied smoothly to her peers.
Suddenly, a young woman wearing a plain black blazer walked directly up to the center table holding a manila envelope.
"Patricia Miller?" the woman asked clearly, ensuring her voice carried across the quiet, elegant dining room.
"Yes? Who allowed a commoner like you into this private dining area?" Patricia sneered, waving her hand to summon security.
"You've been officially served," the process server announced loudly, dropping the thick legal binder directly into Patricia’s soup bowl.
The envelope split open, spilling legal summons papers detailing federal charges of wire fraud, grand larceny, and identity theft.
The surrounding tables went dead silent as the socialites read the bold red lettering stamped across the top of the public documents.
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Patricia sat frozen in horror as her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor into tiny glittery pieces.
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