Richard huddled in his jail cell, pulling his Armani suit closely around him. Now he was watching his world disintegrate.
Where had it all gone wrong? We had a duster clean the computer files. We dated everything retroactively . He wondered. Surely everyone in the investment business embezzled from his clients now and then. It was part of the investment game after all.
With the untimely arrival of the arrest warrant, he was for a moment left spellbound. Richard’s travel carry-on sat by the door, stuffed with one-million dollars and a change of underwear.
Five more minutes!
Five more minutes and he would have been out the door, heading to the nearest non-extradition country.