Chapter 8 - The Fall of Sabrina
By five o'clock that afternoon, the news of the Whitmore Global scandal had exploded across national news channels and financial networks.
Headlines blared: “WHITMORE GLOBAL CEO FIRED AMID $15M EMBEZZLEMENT SCANDAL; HEIRESS CLAIRE WHITMORE TAKES FULL CONTROL.”
In a sleek luxury apartment on 5th Avenue, Sabrina Cole stood in her living room in utter chaos. Cardboard boxes and open suitcases covered the designer furniture as federal agents cataloged her luxury watches, diamond jewelry, and designer handbags.
"You can't take these!" Sabrina wept hysterically, trying to pull a fur coat out of an agent's hands. "Grant bought these for me! They're gifts!"
"Gifts purchased with stolen corporate funds are subject to federal asset forfeiture, Miss Cole," the lead agent replied coldly.
The front door opened, and Grant burst into the apartment, looking disheveled, his suit wrinkled and his hair wild.
"Sabrina! Did you call the lawyers?!" Grant shouted frantically. "My accounts are frozen! My cards were declined at the hotel!"
Sabrina turned on him like a wild animal, her face twisted in rage. "You ruined my life, you pathetic idiot! The FBI is seizing everything! They said I'm facing five years in prison!"
"You wanted the luxury lifestyle, Sabrina!" Grant yelled back. "You forced me to give you that jet seat today!"
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"Get out!" Sabrina screamed, throwing a crystal vase against the wall where it shattered near his feet. "Get out of my apartment!"
"It's not your apartment anymore," an agent interrupted calmly, holding up an eviction notice. "This property was seized fifteen minutes ago. Both of you need to vacate the premises immediately."
