Chapter 8 - The Aftermath In Oakridge
While the sun rose over the Washington monuments, the town of Oakridge was waking up to the greatest scandal in its history.
By seven o'clock that morning, federal marshals and state police cruisers had completely sealed off Miller Event Logistics headquarters on Main Street. Tiffany Miller was escorted out of her glass-fronted office in handcuffs, news cameras flashing as local reporters broadcast her arrest across every morning news channel in the tri-state area.
The charges were staggering: four hundred thousand dollars in embezzled county education funds, money laundering, and tax evasion. The perfect life she had flaunted on social media for a decade had collapsed into an ugly heap of legal ruin.
Down at the Oakridge Country Club, the scene was equally grim.
Brad had spent the night in his luxury SUV in the club parking lot, too drunk and humiliated to drive home to his wife. When he finally staggered into the pro shop to clear out his locker, the club’s general manager was waiting for him with two private security guards.
“Brad,” the manager said coldly, sliding a formal letter across the mahogany counter. “The board held an emergency meeting at sunrise. Your corporate sponsorship and family membership have been revoked, effective immediately.”
Brad stared at the letter, his eyes bloodshot and swollen. “What? You’re kicking me out? My father built this golf course!”
“Your father isn't the one who verbally assaulted a decorated combat veteran and triggered a federal military landing on our eighteenth green, Brad,” the manager spat back with utter contempt. “The damage to the turf alone will cost sixty thousand dollars to repair. Furthermore, the club’s corporate insurance dropped us two hours ago after the Department of Defense flagged our facility for a security breach. You’re done here. Pack your things and don't come back.”
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Brad stumbled out of the pro shop, clutching his golf clubs in the morning rain, watching as workers began digging up the damaged grass where the Black Hawks had touched down.
Every single person who drove past him on the avenue avoided his eyes. The town hero, the golden quarterback, had become a complete social pariah in less than twelve hours.
