Chapter 17 - The Raid
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The heavy glass double doors of the Union Club burst open.
Six uniformed officers from the Cleveland Police Department marched into the ballroom, accompanied by four special agents from the FBI’s Financial Crimes Division.
The lead agent walked straight past the panicked crowd of investors toward the service corridor where Trevor was still trying to stand up.
"Trevor Whitfield!" the agent called out, pulling a folded federal warrant from his jacket. "You are under arrest for bank fraud, wire fraud, and grand embezzlement."
Trevor looked up from the floor, his face pale, his neck covered in dark red marks. "Wait! This is a mistake! My lawyer—"
The agents dragged him to his feet, twisting his arms behind his back and snapping cold steel handcuffs onto his wrists.
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Beside him, two officers escorted Briana Voss out of the powder room in handcuffs, her emerald dress crumpled, her face smeared with mascara and tears.
The press cameras outside the club began flashing continuously through the floor-to-ceiling windows, capturing every single second of their disgrace.
