Chapter 6 - The Weight of Handcuffs
"That's illegal!" Santiago screamed, sweating profusely as he backed away. "That recording is inadmissible!"
"It isn't illegal when recorded inside my private office," I answered coldly into the microphone. "And it isn't the only evidence I have."
The massive grand doors of the ballroom slammed open. This time, it wasn't private security. It was a team of federal agents led by the District Attorney himself.
"Santiago Vance," the District Attorney announced loudly. "You are under arrest for domestic abuse, corporate fraud, extortion, and plotting the illegal abduction of an infant."
Federal agents moved quickly, forcing Santiago down onto his knees right in the center of the ballroom floor. The camera flashes of dozens of press photographers erupted like lightning, capturing the exact second the prominent Santiago Vance was slapped in steel handcuffs on the velvet carpet.
Santiago looked up at me from the floor, his eyes filled with absolute terror and defeat. "Clara... please! Have mercy! I'm your husband!"
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"You were a nightmare I am waking up from," I replied softly.
As they dragged him out past his former business associates, no one met his eye. The crowd erupted into applause, offering their allegiance to the true power standing on the stage.
