Chapter 9 - The Reckoning
While Sarah accepted the terms, Dylan could not. His ego was a fever that wouldn't break. Unable to accept that he was no longer the master of my fate, he turned to "short-cuts." He began peddling a fraudulent investment scheme online, using the remnants of his connections to scam others, just as he had lived off me.
He wasn't as clever as he thought. The trail of digital breadcrumbs he left behind was tracked by the very firm I now represented.
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The knock on his door didn't come from a bailiff this time; it came from federal agents. I was in a boardroom when I received the news: Dylan had been arrested for wire fraud and securities manipulation.
He didn't call me. He didn't have the number. He sat in a holding cell, finally stripped of every layer of artifice. There was no one to blame but himself. When he was sentenced, there was no dramatic courtroom appeal, no impassioned plea to a sister who was halfway across the world. He was simply a man who had squandered a fortune and, in doing so, lost his own humanity. He spent his days in a prison uniform, finally living in a world where he had to work for every single meal he ate.
