Chapter 12 - The March
The entire Blackstone syndicate rapidly mobilized its full, terrifying arsenal of corporate lawyers and armed security personnel.
I safely left my fragile daughter heavily guarded in the bunker, armed with Chloe’s unlocked phone and a mountain of federal evidence.
We flew by private executive jet straight into the beating heart of New York City.
Richard had confidently called an emergency board meeting at Mitchell Industries to finalize his hostile takeover of my family.
He was smugly expecting to pop expensive champagne and celebrate his ultimate, villainous victory.
He had absolutely no idea I was currently walking into the grand lobby of his skyscraper, flanked by twenty men in sharp black suits.
The front security desk tried desperately to stop us, but Gabriel simply flashed a legal document that made them step back in sheer terror.
I stepped onto Richard's private executive elevator, silently watching the digital numbers climb toward the penthouse level.
My heart pounded fiercely against my ribs, not with residual fear, but with absolute, righteous fury.
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The elevator doors chimed softly, opening directly to the massive glass-walled boardroom.
I adjusted my jacket, held my head high, and walked right in.
