Chapter 6: The Cage of Consequences
Chapter 6: The Cage of Consequences
They didn't just arrest Nathan Ashford; they dismantled his existence. As the paramedics wrapped my back in sterile gauze and loaded me onto a stretcher, I watched the agents strip Nathan of his bespoke jacket, zip-tie his hands, and drag him toward an armored transport. Celeste was in hysterics, her makeup running down her face as an agent read her her rights.
The media caught wind within the hour. By the time I was resting in a secure, private wing of the city’s top trauma center, Ashford Global was in freefall. Stocks plummeted. Board members resigned en masse. My father sat in the corner of my hospital room, typing away on a tablet, coordinating the utter annihilation of Nathan’s offshore havens.
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"He’s in federal lockup," my father said without looking up. "No bail. The evidence you gathered on his shell companies is airtight. He’s looking at two lifetimes, minimum."
I nodded slowly, the painkillers dulling the physical agony. But deep down, a primal instinct warned me it was too easy. Men like Nathan were cowards, but they were deeply entrenched cowards.
