Chapter 12 - Security Escorts The Panic-Stricken Socialite Out Of Doors
The private elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, swallowing up the handcuffed socialite and her federal escorts.
The heavy silence inside the Miami penthouse returned, heavier and more suffocating than before the arrest took place.
Matt walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out over the glittering neon skyline of the vibrant Florida metropolis.
“Clear the ballroom, security,” Matt instructed calmly, turning back to face the remaining terrified executives and socialites.
“Anyone who wishes to retain their position at Sterling Global will report to the conference room at 8:00 AM sharp tomorrow.”
The guests scrambled toward the exits in a desperate, uncoordinated rush, eager to escape the presence of the man they had underestimated.
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Within five minutes, the sprawling ballroom was completely empty, save for Matt, Arthur, and the federal investigative team.
The American flag stood tall and still beside the glass, witnessing the restoration of absolute order and corporate integrity.
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