Chapter 6 - Unraveling the Web
The morning sun broke over Manhattan, casting a warm golden light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Caroline’s top-floor suite.
For the first time in six years, the penthouse felt alive.
Margaret was sitting on a plush velvet sofa, wearing a soft cashmere sweater, sipping hot tea from a porcelain cup.
A team of doctors had already examined her, treating her swollen hands and ensuring her health was stable.
On the mahogany dining table sat three heavy leather binders filled with bank statements, property deeds, and corporate records provided by the authorities.
Caroline sat across from her mother, going through the papers with her legal team.
"It’s worse than we thought," Caroline murmured, shaking her head as she scanned a forensic audit report. "Amanda and Arthur didn't just steal your personal estate, Mom. They used a network of shell companies in the Cayman Islands to siphon off millions from the company's research division."
"Arthur was smart," Margaret said softly, setting her teacup down. "He knew your father’s old passwords. He knew where the blind spots were in the financial architecture."
"He was smart, but he was arrogant," Caroline replied, closing the binder. "He thought because he had a degree from Harvard and your father's secret bloodline, he was entitled to everything. He didn't count on you."
A light knock echoed at the door, and Marcus stepped into the room, holding a tablet.
"Ms. Sterling," Marcus said respectfully. "The board of directors is assembled in the main conference room downstairs. The news of Arthur’s arrest has leaked to Wall Street. The stock is dropping rapidly."
Caroline stood up, pulling on a tailored navy blazer.
"They're panicked because they think the company is unstable," Caroline said, her eyes flashing with renewed determination. "It's time to set the record straight."
She turned to Margaret. "Will you come with me, Mom?"
Margaret looked at her hands, still scarred from months of hard labor, then looked up at her eldest daughter with a smile of fierce pride.
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"I’ve spent the last nine months cleaning that building from the bottom up, Caroline," Margaret said, standing up with remarkable grace. "It’s time I saw it from the top."
Together, mother and daughter walked toward the private elevator, ready to face the vultures waiting in the boardroom below.
