California Woman Accused of Stealing $10.2 Million Lived in Luxury Vegas Hotel for 6

Someone who knows that I was a law professor at Loyola Law School in Los Angeles for nearly 20 years, having taught more than 2,000 students, sent me a news item this week about a Loyola Law School graduate. It appears Sara Jacqueline King was on law review and went on to private practice in Southern California. Apparently, this pettifogger at some point spent some time at the Wynn Las Vegas Resort & Encore, a super-ritzy facility frequented by the crème de la crème and by those who would like to mingle with them in casinos and amid sashimi usuzukuri and robatayaki bars. Irasshaimase!

So far, that’s not much news. This is American life in the Biden-Kamala era of mass inflation, baby formula shortages, exorbitant food prices that drive some seniors to limit themselves to one meal a day or pet food, supply chain shortages, gasoline and home-heating fuel at twice the price it should be, exploding crime, Chinese balloons, critical race theory, gender dysphoria, Obama-induced race hate, and the train wreck we might describe as the Blight of Pete. Some go to Las Vegas to get away from it all, much as others drink themselves into a stupor at home or at the local bar after a bad day, as though all will be better tomorrow. But the next day’s return to sobriety comes with a heavy price: a return to reality. It never gets better for those avoiding reality.

Back to our Loyola Law School graduate. According to news reports, she was 39 years old or, as Don Lemon would say, wilting in her last moments of prime before degenerating into a wrinkled waste bag — like all women over 40, the ascorbic Lemon’s acerbic cutoff age for women. So the sands in her time clock were running out, even though she was at the Wynn, not the Sands. The world was coming to an end. And since she is a Californian, perhaps she feared the Earth was in its last cycle around the sun, the inevitable result of climate chaos caused by plastic straws in frappuccinos.

So King went to the Wynn. But, instead, our hero[ine] lost.

According to news accounts, she stayed as a guest at the hotel nonstop for more than six months straight. During that time, she got a photo of herself surrounded by several of our generation’s greatest quarterbacks, including Patrick Mahomes, Tom Brady, Aaron Rodgers, and a pretty good fourth QB, Josh Allen of the Buffalo Bills. She had a great time during those six months: Caviar. Cakes in the shape of Chanel handbags. Cupcakes frosted with Dior’s logo. A DJ playing in her villa. A magician there.

Sara Jacqueline King with Patrick Mahomes, Tom Brady, Aaron Rodgers, and Josh Allen (Department of Justice)

Along the way, she somehow managed to wheeze through $10.2 million. Like that magician, she seems to have made the money disappear.

You read that correctly: ten point two million smackeroos. Or, as Jew-hater Ilhan Omar might say: “That’s more than 100,000 Benjamins, baby.” That kind of money could have paid reparations to two Black residents in San Francisco.

Still, if someone rich wants to guzzle through 10 million bucks, what’s it our business? Why is it news? Congress does that every six minutes.

The thing is, it wasn’t her money. Rather, she blew cash that she reportedly obtained from a British Virgin Islands lending company, for which she acted as an American agent to help them extend loans in America to serious high-net-worth borrowers, primarily professional sports athletes. Alas, those loans never happened. All that cash got frittered in Vegas. It won’t be long before Stacy Keach is narrating her story.

Perhaps the most expensive room at the Wynn is the $4,000-a-night option in the Encore Towers on, say, this coming March 14. (Not sure why that day is extra expensive; it’s a week after Purim.) They also rent out villas that may go as high as $7,000 per night. If she was there for six months — 183 days — that would run upwards of $700,000, maybe over a million. Which means, no matter how you roll the dice, that she gambled away some $9 million of other people’s money, cash that was advanced to her company for the purpose of extending loans to third parties like shortstops and wide ends. Now that she is a defendant being sued for fraud and other associated business torts, she states that she has only $11.98 left. That’s not even enough for two ventis. Or only one, if you bet “double or nothing.”

Meanwhile, of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world, her former husband, one Kamran Pahlavi, has fled to Morocco. Seems that marks the end of a beautiful friendship. Now it is left to law enforcement to round up the usual suspects. And, as for the walls of the hoosegow that possibly await her, there’ll always be Plaster of Paris. The former husband’s grandmother was the twin sister of the late Shah of Iran. And in fairness to Pahlavi, he claims he was duped by his ex-wife and had no idea of her defalcations. Again, amid his innocence, he has fled to Morocco. Perhaps he went there for the waters.

In my nearly two decades teaching at Loyola Law School, I never had the honor of educating our story’s Protagonist, Esq. Sara King never took either of my two main courses, Civil Procedure and Advanced Torts. That was her first mistake…

It is hard to understand how such a miscreant could have emerged from a law school with such high social values that it has a devoted web page to Black Lives Matter. Go ahead and click on that embedded link; it is a sight to behold. Imagine: a Jesuit-funded law school proclaiming to all prospective students and faculty that, if you come here, the “Black Lives Matter” hate group is our banner. A law school proudly dedicated to diversity, equity, and inclusion. Ah, diversity! A law school where faculty who never advocate politically in the classroom but publish strong conservative political views outside the law school, on public policy political matters not even pertaining to law or the law school, can face the full brunt of cancel culture.

Our story’s hero[ine] is presumably of White privilege. The former husband, Mr. Pahlavi? Anyone’s guess. Soon, this J.D. may find that she skips the route to Black Lives Matter because Orange is the new Black. Not many quarterbacks there; J.D. — Just Detention. Better call Saul.

Based on her wynn-ing streak at the tables, if she faces prison time or a mega-remuneration order, my advice to her is not to ask the judge, when the chips are down, whether the court will allow her double-or-nothing on her sentence. Just walk into court with a poker face, show your cards, put your mouth where their money was, demand a trigger warning and the equity of no bail, plead it down to a suspended sentence on a promise not to do it again, and blame it all on systemic misogyny against quadragenarian women about to pass their prime. May as well make lemonade when all you have is Don Lemon. And, as a Loyola Law School graduate now facing the real world, remember: #TenMillionDollarsMatters.

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