Chapter 9 - The Federal Warrant
Seated inside a private conference room across the street from corporate headquarters, Eleanor reviewed the federal subpoena.
Caleb slid three certified arrest warrants across the mahogany table, bearing signatures from a federal district judge.
"Marcus didn't just embezzle funds; he structured the accounts to pin the entire federal indictment directly on you," Caleb explained.
"If you hadn't looked at that flash drive last night, you would have been arrested by FBI agents at your own charity gala."
Eleanor pressed her fingers against her temples, feeling the crushing weight of her past blindness and arrogance.
"I treated him like dirt last night," Eleanor whispered remorsefully, remembering her haughty words at the banquet.
"You taught me a harsh lesson about judgment, Mr. Brooks. How do we stop him before he flees the country?"
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Caleb opened his briefcase, revealing a secure laptop displaying real-time flight manifests from Teterboro Airport.
"Marcus has a private charter flight booked for Zurich at 2:00 PM today," Caleb stated, his eyes locking onto hers.
