Marcus slid the plea agreement across the desk, erasing our seven years together in an instant. "It's just six months, Amelia. You take the fall for Quiana's financial fraud, and I'll give you marriage and lifelong security," he said, demanding I become the scapegoat to protect his first love. I abandoned my useless pleas. Picking up the pen, I signed my name on the dotted line, a choice that would immediately strip away my legal license and plunge me into absolute isolation in an FBI holding cell. I walked out of his office with a blank expression, my fingers brushing against the micro-recorder flashing a faint red light inside my coat pocket. The final countdown had begun, and only one of us would survive the federal courtroom.
Marcus slid the plea agreement across the polished obsidian of his desk, the sound a soft, final hiss that erased our seven years together in an instant. "It's just six months, Amelia. You take the fall for Quiana's financial fraud, and I'll give you marriage and lifelong security," he said, his voice a low, reasonable murmur that was more insulting than any shout. He was demanding I become the scapegoat to protect his first love. I abandoned my useless pleas. Picking up the pen, I signed my name on the dotted line, a choice that would immediately strip away my legal license and plunge me into absolute isolation in an FBI holding cell. I walked out of his office with a blank expression, my fingers brushing against the micro-recorder flashing a faint red light inside my coat pocket. The f
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