Chapter 5 - As federal marshals enter the grand marble foyer, an arrogant socialite realizes her high-society status cannot save her from immediate arrest.
Two uniformed federal marshals and a plainclothes detective stepped into the grand mansion, their heavy boots clicking against the polished marble floor.
Detective Miller walked straight toward Julian, pulling a silver badge from his coat pocket while eyeing the bruised maid and the crying child.
"Mr. Vance, we received the emergency 911 dispatch logged by your housemaid ten minutes ago regarding child endangerment," Miller stated clearly.
Genevieve gasped, her face draining of all color as she backed away toward the sweeping double staircase, pointing a trembling, manicured finger.
"This is private property! Get these lower-class intruders out of my home right now!" Genevieve shrieked, her voice cracking with hysterics.
"Mrs. Vance, you have the right to remain silent," Detective Miller responded calmly, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt.
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law; put your hands behind your back," Miller commanded firmly.
Genevieve backed up three steps, but the second marshal moved swiftly behind her, securing her wrists in cold, heavy metal with a metallic snap.
"Julian! You can't let them do this to me! Think of our public reputation! Think of the stock prices!" Genevieve screamed as she was led away.
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"My daughter is my only stock," Julian replied coldly, turning his back on his wife as she was escorted out into the rainy night.
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