Chapter 2 - Federal Agents Secure The Luxury Penthouse Bedroom Suite
The heavy oak doors of the master bedroom rattled as additional federal marshals poured into the opulent penthouse suite.
Agent Miller stood tall in his sharp black federal suit, his authoritative gaze locking onto the wealthy couple.
Richard Sterling clenched his fists inside his charcoal grey tailored suit pockets, his face turning pale with sudden panic.
Victoria Sterling adjusted her sapphire blue satin evening gown with trembling white opera-gloved hands, looking desperately toward the exit.
Chloe stood firm beside the wood-paneled wall, the small encrypted data chip clutched tightly in her emerald-uniformed palm.
The framed US flag hanging proudly in the background seemed to bear silent witness to the sudden collapse of high-society corruption.
“Nobody moves an inch,” Agent Miller commanded, waving his hand for the tactical unit to secure the perimeter doors.
Richard stepped forward, attempting to flash his usual arrogant corporate smirk despite the overwhelming presence of armed federal officers.
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“You have no jurisdiction here without a specialized federal warrant signed by a district judge,” Richard hissed venomously.
Agent Miller pulled a crisp, folded document from his breast pocket and unfolded it with slow, deliberate precision.
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