Chapter 12 - Grant’s Desperate Plea From Behind Iron Prison Bars
Later that week, Claire received an urgent request for a visitation meeting from the federal detention center in downtown Manhattan. Against the advice of her legal team, she decided to attend, wanting to look her former husband in the eye one final time.
She sat behind the thick bulletproof glass in the stark visitor room, holding the phone receiver to her ear as Grant was led inside by armed guards. He wore an orange jumpsuit, his hair unkempt, his eyes bloodshot, and his arrogant demeanor completely erased.
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"Claire... thank God you came," Grant wept into the phone, pressing his trembling hand against the glass. "You have to help me... the federal prosecutors are trying to give me twenty years in a maximum-security prison!"
"You made your choices, Grant, when you stood on that tarmac and handed my seat to your mistress," Claire replied without a trace of warmth. "You told me to watch the plane leave without me. Now you get to watch your life disintegrate from behind iron bars."
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