Part 3: The Document Overrun
The corporate lawyers standing among the wedding guests went pale as the network synchronization finalized.
Madison tried to move toward the side gate, her hand tightly clutching the lace of her white satin dress.
"Stay," I said, adjusting the phone layout. "The best part of your 'wedding insurance' hasn't played yet."
The outdoor speaker system crackled, broadcasting a clear, high-definition voice recording from my office server.
It was Madison’s voice, detailing how she had extracted my signature keys from the law firm’s archived databases.
"She doesn't need this property, Ethan," her recorded voice mocked. "We can finalize the asset advance by Friday."
Madison’s father stood up from his rented gold chair, his face turning an ugly shade of red as he stared at his daughter.
"Tell me that isn't your voice, Madison," he whispered, his socialite confidence completely collapsing.
The deputy stepped between Ethan and me as my ex-partner made a frantic move to grab my wrist.
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"Do not touch her, Mr. Hale," the officer warned, his hand resting securely on his utility belt line.
"The state treasury has already issued an automatic freeze on your firm's secondary credit accounts."
