Chapter 9 - The Crumbling Empire
Marjorie Kessler stood completely frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with absolute, crushing horror.
She had authorized a hit squad and risked federal prison to protect a son who was actively planning to poison her.
She clutched her chest, letting out a horrific, guttural wail of grief before collapsing heavily onto the plush carpet.
The board members immediately shouted for security and frantically dialed emergency services.
I stood perfectly still, watching the entire Kessler dynasty violently tear itself apart in a matter of seconds.
Reid backed away from the table, desperately looking for an exit like a trapped, panicked rat.
The local police, whom Nolan had preemptively invited to the building, stormed into the boardroom with their weapons drawn.
They violently slammed Reid against the glass wall, immediately placing him under arrest for felony forgery and conspiracy to commit murder.
Tessa tried to slip quietly out the side door, her face hidden behind her expensive cashmere scarf.
Nolan effortlessly blocked her path, crossing his massive arms over his chest to trap her in the room.
Tessa screamed at the police officers, demanding they let her go immediately.
She arrogantly declared that she had full diplomatic immunity because her real father was a powerful foreign ambassador.
She threatened to start an international incident if anyone dared to place handcuffs on her wrists.
The lead detective hesitated, clearly intimidated by the sudden threat of federal political involvement.
I stepped right in front of Tessa, completely ignoring her pathetic, desperate lies.
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I coldly informed the detective that her real name was Theresa Vance, and her father was a disgraced, dead hedge fund manager from New Jersey.
The detective immediately slapped the heavy steel handcuffs onto Tessa's wrists and dragged her out of the room kicking and screaming.
