Chapter 5 - The Trial of the Century
One year later.
The Southern District Court of New York was packed with international journalists.
Julian Vance stood at the defense table, his lawyer standing beside him looking thoroughly miserable.
The charges against Julian were staggering: federal securities fraud, grand larceny, wire fraud, and illegal tax evasion stemming from his panicked attempts to hide money after Vance Global crashed.
"All rise," the bailiff called out.
The judge sat, reviewing the stack of evidence on her desk.
"Mr. Vance," Judge Miller said, her voice sharp as glass. "Your defense claims that your actions were the result of extreme psychological distress following the collapse of your corporate entity."
"That is correct, Your Honor," his attorney argued. "My client was under immense pressure—"
"Immense pressure does not justify transferring forty million dollars of pension funds to an illegal account in the Cayman Islands," Judge Miller interrupted coldly.
She turned her eyes onto Julian. "Before I pass sentence, is there anything you wish to say?"
Julian stood up slowly. His shoulders were slumped. The arrogant shark was gone, replaced by a ghost of a man who had lost everything that mattered.
He looked back toward the gallery.
Sitting in the back row, surrounded by four dark-suited security guards, was Sarah.
She wore a simple beige suit, her hair tied back, looking calm and composed. Beside her sat Alexander, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders.
Julian swallowed hard, clutching the microphone.
"I don't have an excuse, Your Honor," Julian said, his voice trembling across the quiet courtroom. "I thought I was smart. I thought I was invincible. I treated people... I treated the person who built me... like garbage."
He looked directly at Sarah.
"I blamed her for my own failures. I told her she was an anchor holding me back. But the truth is... I was a fool. I threw away gold because I was too blind to see its value."
Sarah watched him quietly, her expression unreadable. There was no joy in her eyes at his suffering—only the distant sadness one feels for a self-inflicted tragedy.
"I accept my punishment," Julian whispered, looking down at his trembling hands.
Judge Miller slammed her gavel down. "Julian Vance, for the crimes of corporate fraud, grand larceny, and perjury, I sentence you to fourteen years in federal penitentiary without the possibility of parole for the first eight years. Restitution in the amount of eighty-five million dollars will be enforced immediately through the seizure of all remaining personal assets."
Bang!
The gavel echoed like a gunshot.
As the bailiffs stepped forward to lock the handcuffs around Julian’s wrists, he looked back one last time.
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Sarah rose gracefully, slipping her hand into Alexander’s. Alexander leaned down, kissing her hair gently before ushering her through the private exit away from the media circus.
Julian was led away through the side door into the darkness of the holding cells.
