Chapter 8
"Phoebe Sterling, you are under arrest for third-degree assault and intentional infliction of emotional distress," Deputy Miller announced clearly.
The heavy steel handcuffs clicked loudly against Phoebe's slender wrists, biting sharply into her skin.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Phoebe shrieked, thrashing wildly against the deputies.
"Do you know who my father is?! I will have your badges by morning!"
"Your father's company just filed for emergency Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection three minutes ago, Miss Sterling," Deputy Miller replied calmly.
"You don't have any influence left."
The elite guests whispered frantically among themselves, pulling out their smartphones to record the dramatic downfall.
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Arthur sat motionless in his chair, completely paralyzed as his daughter was dragged past the shattered champagne flutes.
The large framed US flag on the back wall of the banquet hall caught the flashing red and blue lights of the police cruisers outside.
