PART 3
By 2:00 p.m., the main boardroom at Mansfield Keats Mutual was a silent, high-stakes war room.
Marcus Bell sat across from me, his black leather portfolio open, displaying the new tracking metrics.
Naomi Pierce connected her field terminal to the grand display monitors along the mahogany wall.
The screens lit up instantly, flashing red warning text across the entire corporate network interface.
"Your mother didn't just help Brooke access your wedding suite last night, Lorie," Naomi stated.
"She has been systematically draining your late grandmother Meline’s legacy account for fourteen months."
The unredacted transaction summaries showed a sequence of forty illegal capital transfers to a shell firm.
The firm was registered under Brooke's nameplate to cover her failed real estate ventures in Boston.
They had used a digital replica of my corporate access card to bypass the quarterly audit.
"They treated my life like a disposable security line to finance their pretense," I murmured.
My eyes narrowed as the automated tracking logs confirmed the exact location of the stolen funds.
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"Execute the permanent receivership order, Marcus," I ordered, my posture rigid and unyielding.
"We are going to freeze their entire commercial network before the market can settle tonight."
