Part 3: The Boardroom Eviction
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central administrative suite at Holloway Dynamics was placed under total block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes division stood rigidly by the main glass elevators.
Michael sat at the head of the mahogany table, his pressed shirt wrinkled, his hands trembling violently as he dialed his phone.
Vanessa Hale sat right beside him, her previous high-society composure completely ruined as the state units entered.
"You cannot legally dissolve our operational proxies without a formal notification window, Clara!" Michael shouted.
"The company’s founding documents contain a strict legacy restriction that shields our voting interests from your changes!"
"The legacy restriction was officially voided by a federal grand jury warrant at midnight, Michael," I stated flatly.
I walked into the boardroom wearing an immaculate dark blazer, my posture tall and unyielding, my mind focused on the numbers.
Naomi Pierce placed a black leather portfolio directly onto the glass table, completely covering their legal briefs.
The room's grand display monitors shifted, displaying the encrypted hallway audio files on a permanent, high-definition loop.
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The recording clearly captured Michael telling Vanessa that my trust was blind and that the assets would transfer automatically.
"The signature you used to authorize the Boston capital advance was a fraudulent clone, Mr. Holloway," Naomi added.
