Chapter 7 - The Handcuffs Fall
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Three hundred kilometers away, the polished glass doors of Valencia Estates were shattered by the chaotic, aggressive entry of the Federal Financial Police. The corporate espionage and fraud warrants signed by Judge Martinez had authorized an immediate, unannounced raid.
Sergio Delgado sat in his expansive corner office, swirling a glass of expensive bourbon, completely unaware that his stolen empire was collapsing. The heavy mahogany doors of his office burst open, slamming against the drywall with a thunderous crack.
"Sergio Delgado!" a heavily armored federal agent barked, stepping into the room with his weapon lowered but ready. "Keep your hands where I can see them!"
"What is the meaning of this?" Sergio demanded, standing up so fast his bourbon spilled across the pristine desk. "Do you know who I am? I will have your badges for this intrusion!"
"We know exactly who you are, Señor Delgado," a lead detective said, stepping past the tactical team and slamming a thick stack of warrants onto the bourbon-soaked desk. "You are under arrest for grand corporate fraud, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit espionage against Alejandro Vance."
Sergio’s arrogant face drained of color. He looked at the warrants, his eyes catching the undeniable seal of the High Court.
"Beatriz..." Sergio muttered, his voice dropping into a pathetic, terrified whisper. "She promised the accounts were untraceable."
"Your mistress underestimated Elena Vance," the detective replied coldly. "Turn around and place your hands behind your back."
At the exact same moment, in a high-end luxury hotel in the center of Madrid, a separate squad of officers knocked forcefully on the door of the presidential suite. Beatriz Navarro, still wearing the smeared makeup from the courthouse, opened the door.
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"Beatriz Navarro," a female officer stated, holding up a pair of steel handcuffs that glinted under the hallway lights. "You are under arrest for financial embezzlement and child endangerment. You have the right to remain silent."
Beatriz let out a piercing scream, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. There were no cameras here, no judges to manipulate. There was only the cold, hard reality of steel locking around her wrists.
