Chapter 13 - Brenna Tries To Lie Her Way Out
Down at the county detention center, Brenna sat in a cold holding cell wearing an orange jumpsuit instead of her silk robe.
She paced back and forth like a caged animal, demanding to speak to the warden, her lawyer, and anyone who would listen.
“You can't do this! I am a pillar of the community! My son is a successful businessman!” Brenna shrieked at the bars.
A tired desk sergeant looked up from his paperwork, shaking his head with a cynical, unimpressed smirk.
“Your son’s business empire is currently being dismantled by federal auditors as we speak, Mrs. Harper,” the sergeant said.
“And you’re facing twenty years for aiding and abetting corporate fraud and conspiracy to commit murder.”
Color vanished from Brenna’s face as she realized that her social standing in Texas had completely evaporated into thin air.
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There were no high-society tea parties to attend, no country club galas to host, and no servants to boss around.
She sank slowly onto the metal bench, burying her face in her hands as the cold reality of her ruin settled in.
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