Chapter 8 - The Federal RaidAs if on cue, the heavy double doors of the boardroom swung open.
Three federal special agents in dark tactical windbreakers, led by a senior investigator from the Department of Justice, walked steadily into the room.
The senior agent stopped in front of Richard Whitmore, pulled out a thick document, and snapped open a pair of steel handcuffs.
“Richard Whitmore, you are under arrest for corporate wire fraud, money laundering, and securities manipulation,” the agent announced loudly.
Richard collapsed into his chair, defeated, his head bowed in absolute disgrace as the heavy steel cuffs clicked onto his wrists.
A second agent turned toward Evelyn, who was sobbing uncontrollably into her designer handbag. “Evelyn Whitmore, you are named as a co-conspirator in the federal indictment. Please stand.”
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As Evelyn was led out of the boardroom in tears, her high society dreams evaporating into thin air, the remaining board members sat in paralyzed, stunned silence.
The Whitmore Hospitality empire—the untouchable legacy built on old money and institutional cruelty—was officially dead.
