Chapter 9 - Stripping The Traitor Of His Executive Power
Claire locked her eyes directly onto Arthur Pendelton, who refused to meet her gaze and stared fixedly at the polished wood table. "Arthur," Claire began, her voice carrying across the silent, high-tech room like a sharp blade.
"My father trusted you with his life, and my mother trusted you with his legacy," she said calmly. "And you traded thirty years of honor for a cut of Grant Holloway's fraudulent shell funds."
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Arthur’s mouth trembled as he tried to formulate a defense. "Claire... please... Grant threatened to expose old accounting discrepancies if I didn't help him!" he stammered out pathetic excuses.
Claire slid a signed federal indictment document across the mahogany table toward him. "Federal marshals are standing in the lobby downstairs, Arthur. You have five minutes to clean out your desk before they escort you away."
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