The words hung in the sunlit boardroom like a guillotine blade suspended over Alexander Cross's neck. Two United States Marshals stepped forward, their heavy combat boots firm on the parquet floor. One marshal took the crystal glass of water from Cross's limp hand, setting it on the table, while the second marshal spun the Chairman around, forcing his arms behind his back. *Click-clack.* The cold steel handcuffs locked around the…
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