Chapter 9 - The Fallout and the Arrest
For five agonizing seconds, nobody moved.
Then, Mr. Vance cleared his throat, his face dark with profound disgust. He slowly turned his gaze from the screen to Sabrina.
“Sabrina Holloway,” the elderly board member said, his voice trembling slightly with suppressed rage. “You attempted to poison a child—your own niece—for corporate voting shares. You have brought unimaginable disgrace upon this company.”
Sabrina finally snapped.
The mask of the sweet, grieving aunt shattered completely. She slammed her fists onto the polished mahogany table, her face twisting into an ugly, venomous sneer.
“You ruined everything!” Sabrina screamed, pointing a shaking finger directly at my face. “You were supposed to be the weak sister! You were supposed to just quietly take a back seat while Preston and I ran this empire! You think you’re so smart with your corporate fraud investigations and your little security cameras? You ruined my life!”
“No, Sabrina,” a deep, authoritative voice echoed from the doorway.
The heavy boardroom doors swung open.
Two uniformed police officers, accompanied by a detective in a plain dark suit and my husband Nolan, stepped into the room.
Detective Miller stepped forward, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his utility belt.
“Sabrina Holloway, you are under arrest for the attempted poisoning of a minor, child endangerment, and destruction of evidence,” the detective announced clearly, his boots clicking sharply against the floor as he approached her chair.
Preston shrank back against his seat, trying to make himself as small as possible, whispering frantically, “I had nothing to do with it! I just went to get the keys! I didn't know!”
“You’re coming too, Preston,” Detective Miller added without missing a beat. “Accessory after the fact and obstruction of justice.”
As the handcuffs clicked shut around Sabrina’s wrists, she didn't go quietly. She thrashed and shrieked curses, her expensive designer suit twisting as the officers hauled her toward the double doors.
My mother collapsed backward into her chair, pressing her trembling hands over her face, sobbing weakly as the reality of what her golden child had done finally crashed down upon her.
I didn't feel joy. I didn't feel triumph.
I just felt an overwhelming, profound sense of peace.
As Sabrina was dragged past my chair, she glared at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
“You haven't won!” she screamed over her shoulder. “Collins & Sons will fall apart without me!”
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“Actually,” I said calmly, looking down at my tablet, “our Q3 logistics report just came in. Profits are up twenty-two percent since you stopped touching the accounts.”
The doors slammed shut behind them, sealing the silence back into the room.
