Chapter 5 - THE JUDICIAL SIEGE
The grand courtroom of the Federal District Court was a suffocating monument to institutional justice and absolute finality.
Beatrice Vance sat at the defense table, her monogrammed silk pride completely gone, her face looking old, wrinkled, and completely hollowed out.
Beside her sat Ethan, his handsome posture collapsed, his custom suit looking wrinkled as the judge entered the packed chambers.
"This is a minor domestic disagreement that has been completely blown out of proportion by an emotional woman," the defense attorney claimed.
"My clients have operated their divisions with the highest degree of community integrity, and these sudden freezes are illegal."
"The legality of your clients ended the moment they used physical coercion to hide an international wire fraud," the federal prosecutor boomed.
The massive video monitors instantly illuminated, broadcasting the high-definition audio and video data captured inside our marble kitchen.
The entire gallery of investment partners and defense contractors watched in paralyzed horror as the sharp sound of the slaps echoed.
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"We have the certified cryptographic keys tracking the wire transfers directly to the suspects' offshore accounts," the prosecutor added.
"And the evidence of their systemic conspiracy is entirely absolute."
