Insight

Chapter 8

Flashing red and blue lights painted the luxury foyer in pulsating shades of urgency, casting long shadows across the gleaming American flag. Heavy tactical boots thundered up the grand marble steps as federal marshals in full gear took control of every single exit corridor.

"Federal agents! Nobody move an inch!" the lead commander shouted, his weapon raised as he surveyed the chaotic scene on the glass floor. Victoria raised her hands slowly, her emerald green dress looking less like a symbol of high society and more like a convict's jumpsuit.

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