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"Enjoy the Presidential Suite with your assistant. I sincerely hope you brought cash." / Chapter 15 / 20

Chapter 15 - The Final Verdict

Two months later, Courtroom 402 of the Federal District Court of Chicago was packed to capacity. Flashbulbs popped outside the courthouse steps, and national news networks broadcasted the trial live. It was the ultimate downfall of a corporate fraudster—a cautionary tale of hubris, betrayal, and absolute justice.

Elena Vance sat in the front row of the gallery, wearing an immaculate navy blue wool coat, her posture poised and regal. She didn't look angry, nor did she look triumphant; she looked like a sovereign observing the natural order being restored.

On the defendant's bench sat Harrison, wearing an orange jumpsuit that hung loosely on his frame. He looked defeated, hollowed out by months of isolation, stress, and the crushing weight of reality.

The Honorable Judge Vance—no relation, much to the irony of the courtroom—adjusted his glasses and looked down from the mahogany bench.

"Mr. Harrison Miller, you have been found guilty on all counts of wire fraud, securities manipulation, corporate embezzlement, and violation of federal restraining orders," the judge's voice echoed solemnly through the courtroom. "Your actions systematically destroyed investor trust, defrauded partner institutions, and inflicted severe financial and emotional harm under false pretenses."

Harrison stared blankly at the polished wooden table, unable to lift his head.

"The court hereby sentences you to twelve years in federal penitentiary, with no possibility of parole for the first eight years," the judge continued, banging his gavel once with resounding finality. "All remaining personal assets, hidden offshore holdings, and future earnings are hereby assigned to the primary victim trust managed by Elena Vance. Court is adjourned."

Bang.

The sound of the gavel felt like a gunshot in the silent room. Federal marshals immediately stepped up behind Harrison, clicking handcuffs securely around his wrists and hauling him to his feet.

As they led him down the center aisle toward the holding cells, Harrison caught sight of Elena sitting calmly in the front row. He stopped for a split second, his bloodshot eyes locking onto hers one last time.

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