Chapter 7: The Confrontation at the Vault
The private bank vault beneath the Manhattan Trust building was completely silent when we arrived at 4:30 p.m.
Catherine’s personal attorney was already there, frantically attempting to open her restricted safety deposit box.
He froze the second my security team stepped onto the marble floor, his hands dropping from the terminal.
"This box is protected by an exclusive parental heritage covenant, Lorie!" the attorney shouted, his voice cracking.
"Your administrative court order does not grant you the right to seize her private family heirlooms!"
"The heritage covenant was officially nullified by the state treasury at noon, Counselor," I stated flatly.
I stepped forward, my posture tall and unyielding, my fingers presenting the stamped federal seizure warrant.
The bank manager turned the master key, slowly pulling the heavy steel drawer from the reinforced wall layout.
Inside lay the unredacted truth of the LeChance family dynasty: three ledgers detailing twenty years of systematic tax evasion.
Catherine hadn't built a successful business empire; she had spent decades laundering capital through fabricated charity accounts.
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"They used your name as the primary liability shield on these documents for ten years, Lorie," Marcus Bell noted.
"If we hadn't intercepted these files today, the entire federal deficit would have landed directly on your nameplate."
