Chapter 12 - Legal Teams Deliver Subpoenas Straight To The Grand Estate
A sleek black federal SUV turned up the long, private gravel driveway of Margaret’s gated country estate.
Two U.S. Marshals stepped out into the crisp morning air, carrying heavy leather briefcases filled with court documents.
They walked up the grand marble steps and pressed the heavy brass doorbell with authoritative persistence.
Margaret’s terrified butler opened the door slightly, his eyes wide with nervous apprehension and fear.
“We are here to serve formal federal subpoenas and asset seizure warrants to Margaret Vance,” the lead marshal announced.
The butler stepped aside without a word, pointing toward the formal drawing room where the matriarch sat alone.
The marshals marched across the Persian rug, placing the thick legal folios directly onto her antique coffee table.
“Margaret Vance, you are formally summoned to appear before the federal district court on charges of wire fraud,” the marshal stated.
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Margaret stared at the documents as if they were venomous spiders crawling across her polished mahogany furniture.
“This is an outrage! I demand to speak to the attorney general of the United States this instant!” she shrieked.
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