Part 3: The Boardroom Overrun
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central headquarters of Mercer Capital was under a total federal lockdown.
Grant’s older sister, Paige, sat at the head of the mahogany table, her luxury lifestyle collapsing in real-time.
Grant stood beside her, his clothes unchanged from the hospital, his previous arrogance entirely replaced by panic.
"You cannot legally revoke our administrative voting blocks, Evelyn!" he shouted as I entered the room.
"The company's founding documents contain a strict parental shield that protects our assets from individual lawsuits!"
"The shield was permanently dismantled by the attorney general's office at midnight, Grant," I said.
I wore an immaculate dark blazer, my posture perfectly tall, the swelling on my jaw covered by a clinical patch.
Naomi Pierce, our lead systems analyst, connected her drive to the main display, illuminating their hidden ledger.
The screen didn't show standard real estate transactions or regular development investments.
It displayed a live loop of the clips Grant had recorded in his private media folder, proving absolute intent.
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"You enjoyed replaying my reactions because your vanity made you careless, Grant," I told him, my voice ice-cold.
"But every single file you saved embedded a traceable identification code that linked directly to your firm's main server."
