Chapter 7
During the recess, Claire met with the lead federal prosecutor in a private conference room upstairs. "We anticipate the defense will rest their case by tomorrow afternoon, Mrs. Vance," the prosecutor informed her.
"Make sure there are no legal loopholes left open for an appeal; I want a maximum sentence," Claire instructed. "Judge Miller has zero tolerance for white-collar racketeering; she's looking at twenty years minimum," he assured her.
Claire nodded, satisfied that the judicial process was moving with the precise speed she had engineered. She walked back toward her secure vehicle waiting outside, flanked by two private security professionals.
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A lone reporter attempted to shout a question about the wedding day slap, but security blocked his path instantly. Claire slid into the leather interior of the car without breaking her stride or acknowledging the noise.
Her phone chimed with an encrypted alert from her intelligence team monitoring European financial markets. The global expansion was moving forward precisely on schedule, unaffected by the domestic courtroom drama.
