Chapter 7 - Handcuffs at the Memorial
The four officers marched across the stone courtyard, their heavy boots echoing ominously as the guests backed away in complete shock.
Julian let out a pathetic scream, trying to sprint toward the rear parking lot, but a Military Police officer tackled him onto the manicured lawn, pinning his arms behind his tuxedo jacket and snapping steel handcuffs around his wrists.
"Dad! Help me! Do something!" Julian wept frantically, his face pressed against the grass as high-society guests pulled out their smartphones to record his public downfall.
Arthur stood paralyzed as two federal agents stepped in front of him, clicking heavy handcuffs around his wrists over his dark business suit.
"Clarissa! Please!" Arthur whimpered, tears of sheer panic ruining his arrogant face as he looked at his daughter. "I'm your father! You can't let them take me to federal prison! I gave you life!"
Clarissa walked slowly toward her father, looking down at him with quiet, unshakeable dignity.
"You gave me life, Dad," Clarissa said softly, her steady voice cutting through his frantic sobs. "But my grandfather taught me how to live it with honor. You brought this upon yourself."
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The agents dragged Arthur and Julian away, their desperate pleas fading as they were shoved into waiting federal law enforcement vehicles.
👉 Read Part 8 to see Clarissa assume control of Vance Global Logistics.
