Chapter 18 - The American Flag Flies Over Sterling’s Public Downfall

Outside in the freezing alleyway, federal marshals escorted a defeated, shivering Harrison Sterling toward an awaiting transport van.
Flashing red and blue lights painted his pale face in harsh crimson hues as he was shoved roughly into the back of the vehicle.
He looked up one last time at the towering hotel facade where the American flag fluttered proudly against the dawn sky.
The doors slammed shut with a heavy, final thud, cutting off his view of the city he had ruled through deception for twenty years.
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The van pulled away from the curb, merging into the early morning traffic stream toward federal district court downtown.
Justice had finally arrived, proving that no amount of wealth or corporate power can permanently bury the truth.