Chapter 7 - The Arrest in the Ballroom
The heavy oak doors at the entrance of the grand ballroom swung wide open.
A team of six federal agents wearing dark suits and tactical badges marched down the velvet runner, led by the Chief Assistant United States Attorney. Behind them stood two uniformed officers carrying steel handcuffs.
The entire crowd parted like the Red Sea, leaving Margaret standing completely isolated in the middle of the polished marble floor.
"Margaret Callaway," the lead federal agent announced, his voice echoing authoritatively across the room. "You are under arrest for first-degree murder, corporate embezzlement, obstruction of justice, and evidence tampering in the death of Evelyn Callaway."
Margaret screamed in manic denial, throwing her champagne glass against the floor where it shattered into a hundred sparkling pieces.
"Get away from me!" Margaret shrieked, her expensive updo coming undone as she wildly lashed out with her nails. "I am the President of Callaway International! You can't touch me! Adriano set me up! This worthless maid framed me!"
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Two burly officers grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back with swift efficiency. The heavy steel cuffs snapped tightly around her wrists, cutting into her delicate skin.
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