Chapter 5 - The Paper Trail of Blood
Inside the safe lay neat stacks of dark blue ledgers, encrypted hard drives, and federal offshore bank statements detailing decades of systematic fraud, bribery of public officials, and money laundering totaling over two billion dollars.
"For fifteen years, you used this family as a shield," Eleanor declared, pulling out a thick manila folder labeled Project Vanguard. "You told my daughter she was nothing without your money. You forced your son to stay silent while you physically intimidated a young child."
Grant rushed forward, his eyes wild with desperation as he tried to grab the folder from Eleanor’s hands. "Give that back to me! That’s proprietary corporate property!"
Before Grant’s hand could touch Eleanor, the heavy front double doors of the mansion were kicked open with a loud, resounding thud.
Tires screeched on the grand driveway outside as bright red and blue lights illuminated the floor-to-ceiling dining room windows. A dozen federal agents clad in dark jackets with gold DOJ letters swarmed into the foyer, led by a sharp-looking senior officer holding a stack of federal arrest warrants.
"Federal agents! Federal search warrant! Nobody move!" the lead agent barked, his voice echoing under the high ceilings.
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Grant stood frozen in the center of the room, his arm still outstretched toward Eleanor, looking like a cornered animal.
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