Chapter 9 - The Eviction
The double doors of the penthouse burst open.
Four agents in dark suits with federal badges clipped to their lapels walked into the dining room, flanked by two private building security officers who wore black tactical gear.
The lead agent, a woman with graying hair and a sharp jawline, stepped forward. "Harrison Holloway? Margaret Holloway?"
Harrison stumbled back against the table, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is private property! Get out of my home!"
"This penthouse is registered under the Holloway Trust," Claire stated plainly, walking over to the lead agent and handing her a stamped court order. "And as the sole managing trustee of Holloway Global, I have officially revoked your residency rights as of seven o'clock this evening."
Margaret let out a wail, sinking into an empty dining chair, covering her face with her diamond-covered hands. "You can't do this to me! I am Margaret Holloway! This is my home!"
"You have twenty minutes to collect your personal clothing, Margaret," Claire said, not a trace of pity in her voice. "The jewelry belongs to the family vault. The cars are impounded. And tomorrow morning, the SEC will be freezing every personal account linked to the foundation's missing funds."
The federal agents moved in, surrounding Harrison.
"Mr. Holloway, you are being served with a federal subpoena for grand larceny, securities fraud, and tax evasion," the lead agent said, holding out a thick packet of documents. "Do not attempt to leave the state."
Harrison looked at the papers, then looked at Claire. His arrogance was completely obliterated. He looked small, hollow, and utterly broken.
"Claire..." he choked out, taking a step toward her, his voice trembling with pathetic desperation. "Claire, please... we can fix this. We're husband and wife. Five years, Claire! You can't destroy me like this! What do you want? Half the company? You can have it! Just stop this!"
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