Chapter 15 - The Unbroken Tile
The federal marshals moved with practiced efficiency, placing the steel handcuffs securely around Victor Vance’s wrists before he could even register the trap that had just closed around him. He stared at Clara with a look of absolute disbelief, his arrogant composure completely shattered as the agents led him toward the private elevator.
"You can't do this," Victor protested, his voice echoing off the glass walls of the penthouse suite. "I am an officer of the court! This is a complete miscarriage of justice!"
"No, Victor," Clara said softly, her voice carrying across the quiet room as she stood up from the executive desk, smoothing down the fabric of her grey patterned dress. "This is simply the law catching up with architects of broken glass."
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The elevator doors slid shut, sealing him away and leaving Clara and Marcus alone in the expansive office. Marcus let out a slow, appreciat
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