Chapter 3 - The Warrant
Before Andrew could utter another word, the heavy wooden doors of the VIP suite swung open without warning.
Two officers in dark blue municipal police uniforms stepped into the room, followed by a plainclothes detective holding a leather folder and an official legal document stamped in red ink.
"Andrew Ashford and Margaret Ashford?" the lead officer announced, his voice sharp, authoritative, and echoing off the glass walls. "You are under arrest for attempted premeditated murder, aggravated felony assault, and corporate fraud."
Margaret let out a sharp gasp, collapsing backward onto her hands as her face turned paper-white. "What?! Harold! Do something! Call our lawyers!"
Harold stepped forward, his voice rising in an authoritative boom. "Officers, do you know who I am?! I am Harold Ashford! My family funds your department's annual gala! You cannot touch my son or my wife in this hospital!"
The plainclothes detective didn't even glance at him. He held up a second document. "Mr. Harold Ashford, we also have a federal subpoena for Ashford Global Securities. Federal marshals are currently seizing your corporate headquarters in Midtown as we speak."
Harold froze, his jaw dropping open as the color drained completely from his face. His hands began to shake violently at his sides.
Andrew looked up at Emily in absolute, suffocating horror. He realized in that single, terrifying second that every move he had made over the last three days had been anticipated, calculated, and dismantled by the woman he had left for dead.
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Emily remained motionless on her bed, her dark eyes watching them with a subtle, triumphant smirk touching her lips.
"Tomorrow was never yours to plan," Emily delivered in an icy, final breath.
