Chapter 18 - The Fall of the King|
At two-thirty that afternoon, three black federal sedans pulled up outside the Harrison logistics building on the Delaware waterfront.
Six federal agents in dark blue jackets stepped out, holding search warrants signed by the United States District Court.
Inside the executive suite, Michael Harrison sat behind his desk, watching the agents enter through the glass doors of his office on his security monitors.
Amber stood near the door, her face completely pale, clutching her designer handbag against her chest.
"Michael... the feds are here," she whimpered, her voice cracking with terror. "They're serving the warrants for the shipping logs."
Michael didn't move. He sat in his heavy leather chair, looking at the black phone resting on his desk.
He picked it up and dialed Catherine’s number one last time.
She answered on the third ring.
"Michael," her voice came through the line, clear, calm, and completely detached from his world.
"Catherine," Michael said raspy, his posture slumping for the first time in his life. "They're here."
"I know," Catherine replied softly.
"You did this," Michael whispered, staring at his reflection in the dark glass desk. "You handed them your father's sealed files."
"You did this to yourself, Michael," Catherine said, her tone steady as stone. "The night you left me alone in that hospital room, you chose your empire over your family. Now you don't have either."
"Goodbye, Michael."
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The line went dead.
A second later, the double doors of his office were pushed open, and federal agents stepped inside, holding heavy handcuffs.
