Chapter 4 - THE CORPORATE INTERDICTION
The early morning sun of Monday did nothing to warm the frosted glass panels of Miller Strategic’s central headquarters downtown.
Tyler sat in his high-backed leather chair, his suit jacket wrinkled, his fingers frantically typing validation codes into his administrative terminal.
At exactly 9:00 AM, the international markets opened, and within forty-two seconds, the company's primary operating line of credit began a historic descent.
The security walls had been permanently locked down by an emergency treasury order, systematically freezing every asset associated with the network.
The double doors of his executive suite were violently pushed open, and I walked through the threshold, my posture perfectly rigid, my suit immaculate.
Behind me walked Arthur, flanked by six armed federal marshals whose gold badges gleamed brilliantly under the blinding LED chandeliers.
"Rachel!" Tyler barked, trying to force his smooth, entitled arrogance into his voice as he stood up from the mahogany desk.
"You have no legal right to breach my private offices; my family has operated this consulting firm for three generations!"
"Your family operated on a mountain of stolen capital, Tyler," I said, placing the certified federal seizure warrants directly onto his desk.
"The four hundred thousand dollars you siphoned from my father's infrastructure bonds was used as fraudulent collateral to secure your loans."
"And under Section Fourteen of the Federal Anti-Coercion Act, any asset purchased with stolen trust reserves immediately reverts to the primary victim."
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"The marshals are here to complete the physical inventory extraction of this entire facility," I added, looking at him with unyielding eyes.
"And your ambition is no longer required."
