Part 3: The Forensic Audit
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central boardroom at Cárdenas Holdings was a silent, professional war room.
Aurora sat at the head of the glass table, her pearl necklace looking useless, her face fixed in an arrogant smirk.
Her corporate lawyers sat beside her, their leather portfolios open, ready to argue a parental guardianship extension.
"You cannot dissolve my administrative voting block, Leonardo," she announced smoothly, adjusting her cuffs.
"The company's founding documents contain a restriction clause that shields the parental board seats from unilateral changes."
"The restriction clause was legally voided at midnight, Mother," I said, stepping into the room with my compliance team.
Naomi Pierce, our lead forensic analyst, connected her secure data drive to the main projection display on the wall.
The grand digital monitors lit up instantly, displaying forty pages of unredacted transaction logs from La Lagunilla.
It wasn't a record of luxury spending or regular household maintenance for my daughter's upbringing.
It was a certified stream showing my mother paying an unlicensed medical provider to keep Maribel isolated.
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"You didn't just write a fake letter claiming my wife abandoned the family lineage, Aurora," I stated coldly.
"You manufactured a fraudulent identity file to strip her of her legal nameplate while she was sick."
