Chapter 20 - Federal Marshals Handcuff Sterling Amidst Flashing Camera Bulbs
Inside the federal courthouse holding facility, flashbulbs exploded like sudden lightning storms around Harrison Sterling's bowed head.
Reporters shouted aggressive questions from behind metal barricades, demanding answers regarding the decades of hidden corporate crimes.
Harrison kept his eyes fixed firmly on the concrete floor, hiding his face behind cuffed hands as guards guided him inside.
The booking process was swift, cold, and entirely impersonal—reducing a billionaire tycoon to a simple inmate number in the system.
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He was locked inside a sterile holding cell, left alone with his thoughts and the haunting memory of an eight-year-old girl playing the piano.
The empire he had built on a foundation of ash and stolen notes had vanished completely into the cold night air.
