Chapter 4 - The Forensic Financial Frost
Harrison’s face turned an ashen, deathly shade of grey as he flipped through the printed bank receipts in the folder.
"Claire... please," he stammered, his voice dropping into a desperate whisper that his mother couldn't hear from the sofa.
"If the compliance department flags those international transfers before the morning trading session, the entire logistics merger will collapse."
"I listed those offshore shares as my primary collateral for the downtown real estate project."
"Then you should have thought about your collateral before you let your mother treat my bank account like an unrestricted ATM, Harrison," I said.
Patricia stood up from the sofa, her tears drying instantly, replaced by a sneer of pure, unfiltered venom.
"You're a nobody from a local administrative office, Claire! Without my son's connections, your father's company would have been bankrupt years ago!"
"My father's company funded the very car you drove here today, Patricia," I replied, pointing toward the window.
Right on cue, the distant sound of a heavy mechanical engine began to rattle through the quiet suburban street.
A commercial flatbed tow truck pulled up to the curb, its orange safety lights flashing rhythmically against the front windows.
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Two operators stepped out of the vehicle, carrying an official repossession order signed by the primary corporate trustee—me.
The premium luxury sedan Harrison had proudly parked in my driveway was being hooked up to the metal chains before he could even find his car keys.
