Carson sat at the back of the courtroom, his fingers pressed tightly together. The air was thick with whispers, the sound of pens scratching, and the faint hum of cameras waiting outside. He could hear reporters calling his name through the glass doors, eager to catch the fallen businessman.
The judge’s gavel struck sharply. “Order in the court.”
Carson looked up. His once-proud shoulders were slightly bent, and the arrogance that had once filled his face was gone. His suit was neat, but his eyes were tired, rimmed with sleepless nights.
The prosecutor stood, his voice firm. “Mr. Carson McCoy, the evidence shows repeated financial manipulation, investor deception, and misuse of company funds. McCoy Industries collapsed because of these actions, leaving hundreds unemployed.”
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