A vehicle crashes through the salon's glass storefront, sending shattered glass flying everywhere[cite: 1].
Loud glass shattering and screeching tires filled the enclosed space as clients screamed and dived under styling tables[cite: 1].
Victoria: What is happening? Who drove an SUV through my favorite salon?
David: Keep your head down, Elena! Stay behind the service desk!
Elena: David, look at the driver's side door! It's the federal marshal's vehicle!
Victoria: Federal marshals? Why would federal agents ram my storefront?
David: Because your illegal asset transfers involved international money laundering through this very salon.
Victoria: You're lying! This is a setup to steal my corporate shares!
David: Nothing is a setup when your own signature is attached to every single fraudulent wire transfer.
Victoria: My lawyers will sue this entire city for property damage!
David: Your lawyers were detained twenty minutes ago for corporate obstruction.
The thick dust from the shattered front window slowly settled over the ruined displays of shampoo bottles and mirrors.
Heavy tactical boots crunched over the broken glass as federal agents swarmed through the massive opening.
Victoria: Get these filthy boots off my imported Italian floor tiles right now!
Agent: Victoria Sterling, you are under arrest for federal fraud, assault, and racketeering.
Victoria: Arrest me? Do you know who my father is in this state?
Agent: Your father is currently being cuffed at his country club estate across town.
Can Victoria find a way out of this trap, or has her reign of terror finally reached its absolute end?