Chapter 6 - The Handcuffs
"Elliot Vance?" the lead detective called out loudly, pulling a folded paper from his coat as he walked toward the head of the table. "We have a warrant for your arrest on charges of grand larceny, corporate embezzlement, wire fraud, and witness intimidation."
Elliot backed up against the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, his hands shaking violently. "This is a setup! Grayson framed me! He paid off Harold! He manufactured those accounting records!"
"Save your breath for the arraignment judge, Elliot," Harold said, standing tall beside Grayson. "I personally handed your primary wire logs, offshore bank routing numbers, and signed clinic bribes to the District Attorney's office two hours ago. The chain of evidence is absolute."
The officers grabbed Elliot’s arms, pulling them behind his back. The cold, metallic click of the handcuffs echoed sharply through the silent boardroom.
As they forced him toward the exit, Elliot thrashed in their grip, turning his face to glare at Grayson with unbridled venom. "You think you won, Grayson?! You were always the golden child! Our father never loved me! He pulled me out of that orphanage just to train a glorified butler for his real son! I built this empire with my sweat!"
Grayson stood up slowly, stepping right up to his adopted brother. "My father loved you like his own flesh and blood, Elliot. He gave you his name, his home, his trust, and every opportunity in the world. You chose to be a thief."
Elliot was hauled out of the boardroom, his desperate screams fading down the marble hallway until the elevator doors finally closed shut.
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Grayson turned around, his gaze immediately finding Natalie. He walked over to her, taking her small, cold hands gently into his own.
"It's over, Nat," Grayson whispered softly. "You and our baby are safe now."
