Richard reached up, attempting to touch the edge of the table to steady himself, tears spilling over the deep wrinkles of his face. “We will give up everything, Chloe! Take our remaining shares! Take our names off the family trust! We will sign whatever documents you want! We will leave this city and never show our faces in Miller Tech again! Just tell the officers that it was all a misunderstanding! Do not destroy your father’s brother!”Then came Sarah.Seeing that Jason and Richard were groveling without shame, Sarah realized that her last hope of survival was slipping away. Her fake designer dress was wrinkled, her makeup was ruined by black mascara trails, and one of her high heels lay broken on the floor behind her. She crawled across the room, past the shattered pieces of Mr. Vance’s phone, and threw herself toward Chloe.“Chloe, Miss Chloe, please!” Sarah screamed, her voice shrill and desperate as she clasped her hands together. “You have to believe me! I was forced! I had no

Jason tried to pull his arms free, but the officer holding his left wrist only tightened his grip. The cold steel bit deep into Jason’s skin, making him hiss in pain. "Watch it!" Jason snapped, his voice raspy and harsh. "Do you know who my family is? You are hurting my arms, you brute!"The officer did not answer. He simply pushed Jason forward, keeping his boots moving in a steady, even rhythm.Right behind him, Richard Miller walked with his head bent toward the carpet. His expensive suit was crumpled and wet from spilled water, and his shoulders sagged as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on his back. His eyes stared at the floor, never lifting once. He did not ask to be let go. He did not yell. He had lived in the corporate world for thirty years, and he knew that once the police put cuffs on a man in front of a full room of witnesses, there was no speech that could undo it.At the tail of the small line was Sarah Jenkins. She was wobbling with every step because her le

The interrogation room at the central police station was small, and freezing cold. A single square metal table sat bolted to the concrete floor, surrounded by four hard chairs. The bright fluorescent light overhead hummed with a sharp, buzzing sound that made everyone’s head hurt. Jason Miller and his father, Richard, sat on one side of the table. Their hands were cuffed to metal rings welded into the table frame. Across from them sat Detective Miller and Detective Harris, two experienced investigators with cold, tired eyes. Between them sat a black laptop and a digital recorder. Jason was still trying to look tough. His face was puffy and red, his expensive shirt was wrinkled and stained with sweat, but his voice was still full of venom. "You have no right to hold us here!" Jason shouted, tugging on the metal chain of his handcuffs. "My name is Jason Miller! When our lawyer gets here, he will have both of your badges stripped by sunset!" Richard did not say a word. He sat slum

Sarah sat on the hard wooden bench in the corner, clutching her arms to stop her body from shaking. Her silk dress was torn at the hem, her makeup was smeared across her cheeks, and her bare left foot rested on the chilly concrete floor.Across the hall, other prisoners laughed and yelled, but Sarah could only stare at the metal bars. Just twenty-four hours ago, she had been drinking wine with Jason, dreaming of luxury penthouses and expensive shopping sprees. Now, she was locked in a cage like a common thief.A door at the end of the corridor clanged open.A middle-aged woman carrying a worn brown briefcase walked up to the bars. She wore a simple gray pantsuit, flat shoes, and wire-rimmed glasses. "Sarah Jenkins?" the woman asked, checking a paper file in her hands.Sarah jumped to her feet, wincing as her bare foot touched the ice-cold floor. She grabbed the metal bars with both hands. "Yes! That’s me! Are you my lawyer? Please tell me you’re getting me out of here!""My name is B