Part 3: The Boardroom Eviction
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central administrative headquarters of Whitmore Strategy was under total block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes task force stood rigidly by the glass elevator banks.
Ethan sat at the head of the mahogany conference table, his navy shirt wrinkled, his hands trembling violently as he dialed.
Vanessa stood right beside him, her high-society posture completely collapsing as the treasury units began logging the files.
"You cannot legally dissolve my corporate management block, Mara!" Ethan shouted as I stepped into the room.
"The foundation agreement carries a permanent asset shield that prevents your family from altering my board seat!"
"The asset shield was officially nullified by a federal grand jury warrant at midnight, Ethan," I stated flatly.
I stood perfectly aligned in a sharp black wool blazer, my posture tall, my eyes fixed on his pale, broken 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 kitchen video files on a permanent, high-definition loop.
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The high-value playback clearly captured Ethan stating his plan to marry his mistress once the child was lost.
"The signature you used to authorize the Delaware escrow advance was a fraudulent clone, Mr. Whitmore," Naomi added.
