Chapter 14: The Final Reckoning
Thursday morning dawned bright and clear, the autumn air crisp as the town car navigated the winding country roads toward the Dutchess County Courthouse. The courthouse was a stately nineteenth-century brick building surrounded by vibrant red and gold maple trees, a far cry from the sleek, sterile marble canyons of Manhattan.
Inside the packed courtroom, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Seated at the mahogany defense table was Eleanor Sterling herself. She looked immaculate in her dark grey peplum dress, pearl necklace gleaming under the fluorescent lights, her expression a mask of absolute, unyielding fury. Beside her sat Arthur Vance, looking decidedly nervous as he shuffled through his legal brief
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