He screamed something, his voice cracking, pleading for me to tell them it was a misunderstanding, but I just watched him with dead eyes.
Then came Eleanor. Her expensive hair was a chaotic mess. She was screeching hysterically about her constitutional rights, about the powerful politicians she knew, about how this was a catastrophic mistake and she would have their badges. A female officer simply shoved her into the cramped back of a cruiser, completely ignoring her elite status.
They were trash now. Just ordinary trash being taken to the curb.
But I wasn’t done. Not even close.
While they sat shivering in a cold county jail cell, denied bail by a furious judge due to the extreme flight risk and the horrific brutality of attacking a pregnant woman, my lawyer went to absolute war.
She filed a massive civil suit for battery, severe intentional infliction of emotional distress, and attempted wrongful death. Within forty-eight hours, she obtained a draconian emergency injunction from a federal judge to freeze every single liquid asset the Sterling family possessed to prevent them from hiding their money offshore.
The massive corporate bank accounts? Frozen. The multi-million dollar stock portfolios? Frozen. The equity in the historic house? Locked tight.
They couldn’t hire the untouchable dream team of elite defense attorneys they had arrogantly planned on. Their credit cards bounced. They were stuck with exhausted, overworked public defenders and court-appointed counsel.
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