Chapter 8 - Armed Federal Marshals Block Every Exit Of The Sanctuary
Heavy steel handcuffs snapped tightly around William’s wrists with a sharp, metallic click that reverberated through the quiet corners of the church. Two tactical officers hoisted him violently to his feet, gripping his biceps with unyielding strength as they hauled him back down the central aisle. The wedding guests watched in horrified silence, refusing to make eye contact with the disgraced executive as he was dragged past their pews.
Outside the heavy oak entrance doors, flashing red and blue lights from a dozen federal SUVs painted the historic stone facade in harsh crimson and azure tones. The US flag fluttered proudly in the crisp breeze, standing as an unyielding symbol of American justice prevailing over corruption.
As William was pushed out into the bright afternoon sunlight, a wall of press cameras blinded him instantly. Shouts from reporters filled the courtyard, demanding answers about his multi-million-dollar corporate collapse.
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