Eleanor“The defendant is hereby sentenced to fifteen years at the State Correctional Facility for Women, without the possibility of parole for the first ten years.” The judge’s voice resounded in the quiet courtroom. He continued speaking, reading out terms and dates, but I barely heard another word.Fifteen years.I sat frozen at the defense table, my hands resting flat on the polished wood. My lawyer, Mr. Richard, sighed beside me and leaned over to whisper something about filing an immediate motion, but I didn’t even turn my head.Instead, I looked over my shoulder toward the gallery.The courtroom was packed with reporters, onlookers, and former business associates who had come to watch the fall of Eleanor Sterling.And there, in the very front row, sat Jason. He looked terrible. His hair was messy, his dark suit rumpled, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. He was the last person I expected to see here. He had lost his position as CEO, his reputation, his whole life. Yet he sat t
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