Part 3: The Boardroom Overrun
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central administrative headquarters of Vance Capital downtown was under total block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes task force stood rigidly by the glass elevator banks.
David sat at the head of the mahogany conference table, his gray shirt wrinkled, his hands trembling violently as he held his folder.
His partner, Vanessa Hale, stood right beside him, her previous high-society composure entirely ruined under the neon lights.
"You cannot legally revoke my corporate operating proxies without a ninety-day notification window, Lisa!" David shouted.
"The company’s founding documents contain a strict legacy restriction that shields my interests from your personal disputes!"
"The legacy restriction was officially nullified by a federal grand jury warrant at midnight, David," I told him flatly.
I walked into the boardroom wearing an immaculate dark wool blazer, my posture tall and unyielding, my baby safe downstairs.
Naomi Pierce connected her secure field terminal to the room’s main display, illuminating forty pages of transaction data.
The grand digital monitors lit up instantly, displaying the unredacted metadata captured from the escrow office server.
The files didn't detail standard investments; they showed sixty separate attempts to forge my signature on the deed.
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"You didn't just leave me in the car to protect your parents' feelings, David," I stated, my voice like ice.
"You used a cloned identity token to raid my family's inheritance pool while assuming I would be trapped in triage."
