Chapter 9 - The Final Confrontation

Six months later.
The trial of Daniel Miller was short, brutal, and entirely one-sided. With his accounts frozen, his lawyers unpaid, and federal prosecutors armed with airtight digital evidence provided by an anonymous donor, Daniel stood in a federal courtroom wearing an orange jumpsuit.
As the judge read the sentence—fifteen years without parole—Daniel scanned the gallery, looking for a friendly face.
There was none.
Except for one man sitting in the back row.
Elias Vance wore a tailored charcoal suit, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing dark sunglasses indoors. As the bailiff grabbed Daniel's shoulders to drag him toward the holding cells, Daniel's eyes locked onto Elias.
In that final moment, Daniel understood the entire board. It wasn't about taxes. It wasn't about fraud.
It was about retribution.
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Daniel opened his mouth to scream, to lunge, to curse the man who had destroyed him, but the heavy oak doors slammed shut, cutting him off from the world forever.
Elias stood up, adjusted his cuffs, and walked out into the warm New York sunshine.