Chapter 7 - The Rats Flee the Ship
The gallery exploded. Reporters scrambled for the doors to break the story.
Julian fell back into his chair, hyperventilating. He looked at Clara, his eyes wide with terror. "Clara, call my brokers. Tell them to freeze the private accounts!"
Clara stood frozen. The reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave. Julian wasn't a billionaire. He was an unemployed felon who was about to be investigated by the federal government.
"Clara!" Julian begged, reaching for her hand.
Clara looked at him, her lips curling into a look of absolute disgust. She snatched her hand away.
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"Don't touch me," she hissed, grabbing her designer handbag. "I'm not going to prison for you."
She turned on her heel and practically sprinted out of the courtroom, abandoning the man she had sworn to love the second his gold turned to dust.
