Chapter 9
Back in her federal holding cell, Victoria sat on a steel bunk, staring blankly at the concrete wall in total despair.
Her expensive emerald green silk dress had been replaced by a coarse orange prison jumpsuit that itched against her skin.
The heavy iron door rattled open, and her high-priced defense attorney stepped inside with a defeated expression.
"Victoria, the district attorney just rejected our plea bargain," the lawyer stated flatly.
"And worse... Vanguard Global's legal team has completely cut off all funding for your defense."
Victoria sprang off the bed, slamming her fists against the metal bars in blind, hysterical rage.
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"Cut me off?! After everything I stole for them?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"They consider you a compromised asset, Victoria," the lawyer sighed, packing his briefcase. "You're entirely on your own."
