Chapter 3 - Legal Hounds Close In On The Shocked Culprit
The crisp autumn breeze swept across the Hamptons estate, carrying with it the undeniable scent of absolute ruin. Victoria stepped backward, her expensive high heels clicking erratically against the stone patio as the lawyers closed the distance.
“This is a private family gathering, and you have no right to harass me on private property!” Victoria protested loudly. Agent Miller, a federal investigator attached to the Sinclair corporate security detail, flashed his credentials right in her face.
“Pushing a heavily pregnant woman into deep water constitutes attempted felony assault and reckless endangerment,” Agent Miller stated calmly. The surrounding guests, once eager to flatter Victoria, scattered like frightened mice toward the far exits.
“It was just a harmless joke; she tripped over her own clumsy feet!” Victoria lied, her voice cracking with rising hysteria. Little Maya, the seven-year-old witness, pointed a steady finger directly at Victoria from behind her mother’s protective skirt.
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“I saw her shove Aunt Clara with both hands right into the deep end,” the little girl declared clearly. Victoria glared daggers at the child, earning an immediate, icy warning from the lead corporate security officer standing nearby.
“Another look like that, Miss Sterling, and you’ll be spending tonight in a federal holding cell,” the guard warned.
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