Part 3: The Boardroom Overrun
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central offices of Hensley & Co. downtown were placed under total block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes task force stood rigidly by the glass elevator turnstiles.
Arthur sat at the head of the mahogany conference table, his wedding suit replaced by a wrinkled shirt, his hands shaking.
My mother sat right beside him, her previous high-society composure entirely destroyed as the state treasury units entered.
"You cannot legally dissolve our operational proxies over a private family matter, Clara!" Arthur shrieked loudly.
"The family trust holds a strict legacy restriction that shields our voting interests from your personal disputes!"
"The legacy restriction was officially nullified by a federal grand jury warrant at midnight, Arthur," I told him flatly.
I walked into the boardroom wearing an immaculate black wool blazer, my posture tall and unyielding, my mind focused.
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 unredacted ballroom surveillance video on a permanent loop.
The high-value playback clearly captured the exact second Ryan swung the heavy sign into an eight-year-old child's head.
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"The signature you used to authorize the Delaware capital advance was an absolute identity theft," Naomi announced.
The investigators immediately began sealing the server frames, permanently terminating Arthur's regional business license.
