Chapter 8 - Cracks in the Arrogant CEOThree months after the boardroom arrest, Grant sat in a federal detention cell awaiting trial.
Abandoning all his former arrogance, Grant sent frantic letters through his public defender, begging me to visit him or drop the civil fraud lawsuits that had wiped out his personal assets.
I agreed to meet him once in the visitor's room at the Metropolitan Correctional Center.
Grant sat across from me behind the glass divider, wearing an orange jumpsuit, his hair unkempt, his face gaunt and hollow.
âClaire... please,â Grant wept, pressing his hands against the glass. âI was manipulated by Vanessa! I loved you! I was trying to secure our future!â
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âYou stood by while your mistress cut my hair and over-sedated me in a hospital room, Grant,â I replied, my voice calm, smooth, and entirely unbothered. âYou gave her five minutes to apologize, and you laughed. Now you have thirty years to think about that joke.â
I stood up, adjusted my coat, and walked away without looking back.
