Former Biden State Dept. Staffer Pleads Guilty In Fraud Scheme yyy
A former State Department budget analyst who served under the Biden administration has pleaded guilty to embezzling more than $650,000 from the agency over two years, the U.S. Attorney’s Office in Washington, D.C., announced.
Levita Almuete Ferrer, 64, admitted to misusing her signature authority over a State Department checking account between March 2022 and April 2024. Ferrer, a Maryland resident, held the position of senior budget analyst in the department’s Office of the Chief of Protocol.
Ferrer was sentenced today in U.S. District Court to 12 months and one day in prison for embezzling more than $650,000 from the U.S. State Department over two years, using the funds to fuel her gambling addiction.
As part of her plea agreement, Ferrer has agreed to repay the full amount stolen in restitution to the U.S. government and is also subject to a forfeiture money judgment for the same amount.
Prosecutors said Ferrer wrote 60 checks to herself and three to an individual with whom she had a personal relationship. She printed and signed each of the 63 checks before depositing them into her personal bank accounts, the outlet noted further. The checks totaled $657,347.50, according to prosecutors.
Ferrer, who also goes by Levita Brezovic, attempted to conceal the embezzlement by using a QuickBooks account. Prosecutors said she entered her name as the payee in QuickBooks, then printed the checks before depositing them.
Ferrer frequently altered the payee information in QuickBooks after printing the checks, changing it from her own name to that of a legitimate State Department vendor. This tactic made it difficult for anyone reviewing the system to identify her as the actual recipient.
The Trump administration has been busy this week.
A suspect accused of attacking the office of U.S. Attorney Alina Habba in Newark, New Jersey, was taken into custody, Attorney General Pam Bondi announced.
The FBI identified the suspect as Keith Michael Lisa, 51, a California native with ties to New York City and Mahwah, New Jersey. Federal agents said Lisa was arrested less than 48 hours after being charged with entering a federal building while carrying a dangerous weapon and damaging government property.
“Thanks to the great work of the FBI, U.S. Marshals, and Homeland Security Investigations, the suspect wanted in the attack on U.S. Attorney Habba’s office is now in custody,” Bondi said on X. “No one will get away with threatening or intimidating our great U.S. Attorneys or destroying their offices.”
The FBI said Lisa entered the Peter W. Rodino Federal Building in Newark on November 12 with a baseball bat. “After being denied entry, he discarded the bat and returned,” the bureau said in a statement. “Once inside, he proceeded to the U.S. Attorney’s Office where he damaged government property.”
A federal warrant was issued Thursday for Lisa’s arrest in the U.S. District Court for the District of New Jersey on two charges — possession of a dangerous weapon in a federal facility and depredation of federal property.
Bondi confirmed on Thursday that an individual had “attempted to confront” Habba in her office and “destroyed property” before fleeing. Habba was not injured.
In a statement following Lisa’s arrest, Habba thanked law enforcement and vowed not to be intimidated. “We got him,” she wrote on X. “This Justice Department under Attorney General Pam Bondi and our federal partners will not tolerate any acts of intimidation or violence toward law enforcement. Now justice will handle him.”
Habba also said earlier in the week, “I will not be intimidated by radical lunatics for doing my job.”
FBI Director Kash Patel praised the swift coordination among agencies. “Today’s arrest shows what coordinated federal law enforcement can do,” Patel said. “Threats against our U.S. Attorneys aren’t just attacks on individuals, they’re attacks on the rule of law. And we will respond every time.”
Authorities described Lisa as about 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing between 200 and 230 pounds. He was listed as having prior connections to both New York City and Mahwah, N.J., and was considered dangerous before his arrest.
The attack marked a rare direct assault on a federal prosecutor’s office. Officials said the suspect caused “visible damage” to property inside Habba’s suite before security intervened. The FBI has not disclosed a motive for the incident.
Bondi said in her initial remarks Thursday that the case reflects a troubling rise in politically motivated threats against federal officials.
“Any violence or threats of violence against any federal officer will not be tolerated. Period,” she said. “This is unfortunately becoming a trend as radicals continue to attack law enforcement agents around the country.”
Habba, who was sworn in as U.S. Attorney for New Jersey in March, oversees federal prosecutions and civil litigation in the state, including offices in Newark, Camden, and Trenton.
She previously served as a legal adviser to President Donald Trump and was appointed by Attorney General Bondi earlier this year.
The Justice Department said Habba supervises approximately 155 federal prosecutors and 130 staff members across the district.
She Trained Our Daughter to Be a Liar Inside Our Own Home — Instead, the School Exposed the Dark Truth She Desperately Tried to Hide
She Trained Our Daughter to Be a Liar Inside Our Own Home — Instead, the School Exposed the Dark Truth She Desperately Tried to Hide
After stealing Nia's design and claiming she had nothing left, a rival proudly wore the champagne gown on the runway, only to watch Nia unveil a breathtaking creation that silenced the entire audience.
After stealing Nia's design and claiming she had nothing left, a rival proudly wore the champagne gown on the runway, only to watch Nia unveil a breathtaking creation that silenced the entire audience.
On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband Marcus confessed he had been sleeping with Vanessa for nearly a year, demanded that I accept her, and expected me to share our home and marriage without asking questions.
On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband Marcus confessed he had been sleeping with Vanessa for nearly a year, demanded that I accept her, and expected me to share our home and marriage without asking questions.
She Cheated On Her Multi-Millionaire Husband In Broad Daylight—Then Demanded Half His Empire, Completely Forgetting One Deadly Legal Trap
She Cheated On Her Multi-Millionaire Husband In Broad Daylight—Then Demanded Half His Empire, Completely Forgetting One Deadly Legal Trap
The air inside the opulent, brightly lit dressing room was thick with a suffocating, cruel tension.
The air inside the opulent, brightly lit dressing room was thick with a suffocating, cruel tension.
At family dinner, my sister announced, "Mom and dad said, 'You never contribute anything to this family.'" Everyone clapped.
At family dinner, my sister announced, "Mom and dad said, 'You never contribute anything to this family.'" Everyone clapped.
THE CARTER HOUSE BETRAYAL
# THE CARTER HOUSE BETRAYAL
"WASH THE DISHES, NAOMI.
"WASH THE DISHES, NAOMI.
I Spent 14 Months Mourning My De@d Wife—Then My Daughter Screamed Five Words From the Poolside That Shattered My Entire Life
I Spent 14 Months Mourning My De@d Wife—Then My Daughter Screamed Five Words From the Poolside That Shattered My Entire Life
13 Hours Before "I Do," I Overheard My Inner Circle Plotting My Total Destruction Through the Hotel Wall—And They Have No Idea I'm Listening
13 Hours Before "I Do," I Overheard My Inner Circle Plotting My Total Destruction Through the Hotel Wall—And They Have No Idea I'm Listening
Thirteen hours before I was scheduled to walk down the aisle and say the words "I do," I found myself standing in the stillness of my luxury hotel suite, my fingers gently brushing against the pristine, crystal-embellished white wedding dress laid out across the bed. Everything seemed pristine and perfect on the surface, but a chilling sound pierced through the heavy wooden wall partition of the bedroom, shattering the quiet illusion. 😨
I froze, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Through the thin architectural barrier, muffled voices whispered words that turned my blood to ice. It was my own assistant and closest confidantes discussing a malicious scheme. "Through wall, we'll pour wine on her dress and hide the wedding rings," a voice sneered with venomous delight. Another chimed in with a toxic bitterness that made my stomach churn: "I've been trying to steal her groom for months!"
A wave of searing rage and absolute betrayal washed over me, replacing the innocent excitement of a bride-to-be with dark, calculated focus. My jaw tightened, and I clenched my right fist so hard my nails dug into my palms. I crept swiftly across the plush carpet toward the bedroom wall, pressing my ear and my smartphone directly against the wood to capture every damning detail of their plot. On my screen, the stopwatch timer ticked away the seconds of their betrayal. "She'll never know until it's too late," they whispered, laughing softly on the other side. 😤
I pulled back, my eyes flashing with a cold, terrifying clarity. There would be no tears, only strategy. I rushed over to the sleek glass desk, my fingers flying across my phone screen as a notification popped up: Second suite confirmed — Access code sent. I quickly tapped out a message to my cousin: 40 minutes, cousin. Prepare everything quietly. Nobody must know. A tight, dangerous line formed across my lips as I locked my phone and pressed it to my ear for a covert phone call.
"Tomorrow I need to change a few things. Please don't react yet," I whispered into the receiver with icy precision. On the other end, a familiar, smooth voice answered instantly without hesitation: "Whatever you need, baby, I'm with you". A slow, dangerous smile crept onto my face—a smile that held zero warmth and absolute resolve. I walked back over to the bed, gently placing my phone right beside the wedding gown. Tomorrow, everyone will hear the truth. 🔥
I turned on my heel, walking away from the bed with measured, unyielding steps as muffled, celebratory laughter echoed from the adjacent suite where my supposed friends toasted to my downfall. I locked my gaze straight ahead, my expression hardening into an unreadable, lethal mask as the final confrontation loomed on the horizon.
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***PART 2***
The hours melted away under the crushing weight of a silent countdown, the air in my suite thick with the scent of white tea and suppressed fury. Outside my door, the muffled, champagne-soaked laughter of my so-called best friend Maya and her co-conspirators drifted through the drywall like a persistent poison. They thought they were staging the ultimate coup, plotting my humiliation just hours before I walked down the aisle. But every second they spent gloating was another nail in their own coffins, meticulously arranged by my cousin and backed by digital proof they never knew existed. My heart hammered a steady, rhythmically lethal beat against my ribs, daring them to make their move.
At precisely five minutes past midnight, the discreet click of the adjoining service door broke the heavy silence. I didn't flinch as Maya’s shadow stretched across the carpet, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She moved with the silent, predatory grace of someone who believed she had already won, her hand clutching a heavy crystal decanter of deep red wine meant for my wedding gown. The metallic tang of malice hung so heavily in the room that it tasted like copper on my tongue. She stepped closer to the bed, a cruel, triumphant smirk twisting her painted lips as she raised the heavy bottle high above her head.
"Let's see how pristine you look walking down the aisle in a puddle of burgundy, bitch," she whispered to the empty air, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. Before the glass could even begin its descent toward the delicate lace, I stepped out from the dim alcove near the wardrobe, my voice cutting through the quiet like a razor blade. "Try it, Maya, and let's see how well orange jumpsuit chic matches your complexion." She froze, the decanter trembling violently in her grip as the blood drained entirely from her face, leaving her looking like a ghost caught in broad daylight. The sheer terror in her wide, unblinking eyes was the sweetest preview of the devastation about to unfold.
Before she could recover her voice, the heavy double doors of my suite flew open with a deafening bang, revealing not just hotel security, but federal digital investigators and my fiancé, Julian, his face carved from absolute thunder. "Drop the bottle, Maya," Julian’s voice cracked like a whip through the room, vibrating with a cold, terrifying fury that made every single one of her co-conspirators stumble backward in sheer panic. Maya dropped the decanter, shattering it against the reinforced floor, her voice cracking into hysterical stutters as she pointed a shaking finger at me. "She set us up! It’s a trap, Julian, she’s crazy!" But her desperate lies evaporated instantly into the sterile air as my cousin stepped forward, plugging a sleek master drive into the suite’s entertainment hub, instantly broadcasting every single recorded word of their vile conspiracy onto the massive wall-mounted screen for everyone to witness.
The ensuing confrontation was a masterclass in absolute ruin, a chaotic storm of screeching denials, weeping pleas, and shattered alibis that crumbled under the weight of irrefutable evidence. Maya lunged forward in a desperate, feral attempt to rip the console cords out of the wall, but security officers intercepted her mid-air, pinning her arms behind her back with cold, professional efficiency as she shrieked obscenities that echoed down the hotel hallway. Her accomplices slumped against the walls, broken and defeated, realizing too late that the woman they tried to destroy was three steps ahead of them the entire time. Handcuffs clicked in rapid succession, a metallic symphony of justice that washed away every lingering shadow of doubt in my mind. As the guards hauled them away in weeping disgrace, the suffocating pressure in my chest finally dissipated, replaced by a profound, breathtaking lightness.
The heavy double doors clicked shut once more, sealing out the chaos and leaving behind an absolute, peaceful silence. Julian crossed the room in two long strides, dropping to his knees before me with tears shimmering in his eyes, his hands trembling as he reached out to cup my face. "I am so endlessly sorry you had to carry the weight of their poison alone," he whispered, his voice thick with a raw, fierce devotion that completely disarmed every defensive wall I had ever built. The scent of fresh white roses filled the space between us as he pulled me into an embrace so steady and secure that every fragment of my past hurt dissolved into nothingness. We didn't just survive their treachery; we used their malice to burn away the fake connections and forge an unbreakable sanctuary built entirely on truth.
Twelve hours later, the morning sun broke over the horizon in a blaze of golden light, illuminating the pristine, crystal-embellished gown hanging untouched and flawless against the dressing room door. As I stepped out onto the flower-strewn terrace on Julian’s arm, wrapped in a love so fierce and absolute that no amount of envy could ever penetrate it, I realized that true strength isn't about avoiding betrayal—it's about standing tall in the ashes of what tried to break you and blooming into your greatest victory.
