Part 3: The Boardroom Eviction
By 9:30 a.m. the following morning, the main administrative headquarters of Swift Logistics was under an absolute federal block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes task force stood rigidly by the main glass turnstiles.
Thomas sat at the head of the long conference table, his pressed shirt wrinkled, his hands shaking violently as he held his papers.
Carol stood right behind him, her previous high-society posture completely collapsing as the state treasury units entered.
"You cannot legally dissolve our operational proxies over a domestic family argument, Jade!" Thomas shouted desperately.
"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 indictment at midnight, Thomas," I told him flatly.
I walked into the boardroom wearing an immaculate dark wool blazer, my posture tall and unyielding, my eyes fixed on his face.
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 living room audio files on a permanent, high-definition loop.
The recording clearly captured Carol stating that a girl was nothing but a burden while Jackson consumed the provisions.
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"The signature you used to authorize the Reno capital advance was a fraudulent clone, Mr. Swift," Naomi added.
"You extracted the biometric keys from Jade’s private cosmetics database while she was managing the production lines."
