No offshore safety nets. They would not even have enough money to buy premium snacks from the prison commissary. Finally the judge turned his attention to Brittany. The junior broker who had eagerly participated in the premeditated fatal plot had struck a plea deal hoping her testimony against Derek would secure her freedom.
The federal prosecutors had accepted her evidence but the judge was not inclined to show mercy to an active participant in an planned residential disaster and mechanical sabotage. Brittany you actively facilitated a fatal plot and personally contracted the physical sabotage of an automobile intending to cause a fatal collision the judge stated coldly. For your cooperation you will avoid a life sentence. However for conspiracy to cause a fatal incident and corporate fraud you are sentenced to fifteen years in a federal correctional facility.
Brittany collapsed into her chair weeping hysterically and begging her public defender to file an appeal. The lawyer simply shook his head knowing the plea agreement was ironclad. The judge struck his gavel officially adjourning the sentencing tribunal. The heavy finality of the wooden block echoing through the room signaled the absolute end of the Foster empire.
The federal marshals moved in to collect the prisoners. They grabbed Derek by the arms hauling him forcefully to his feet. The chains around his ankles rattled as they turned him toward the holding cell doors. As they marched him down the center aisle Derek stopped.
The marshals shoved him forward but he planted his feet for one brief final second and turned his head to look at the gallery. His hollow desperate eyes bypassed the reporters and locked directly onto mine. I sat perfectly still my posture flawless my military uniform immaculate. I did not smile.
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