Chapter 8
Meanwhile, inside the precinct holding cell, Victoria sat on a cold wooden bench, her royal blue velvet dress now rumpled and stained.
The reality of her downfall was settling into her chest like a heavy, suffocating block of lead.
Her high-priced defense attorney stood on the other side of the bars, shaking his head in deep frustration. "The evidence is air-tight, Victoria. The video footage shows clear premeditation and physical assault," the attorney stated bluntly.
"I don't care about the video! Buy it! Destroy it! Do whatever you have to do!" Victoria screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.
"This isn't a petty civil lawsuit. This is a federal criminal prosecution backed by the Vance family trust," the lawyer countered sternly.
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"If you don't take a plea deal, you are looking at fifteen to twenty years in a federal penitentiary," he warned.
Victoria slumped against the cold concrete wall, tears of rage finally spilling over her mascara-stained cheeks.
