Chapter 6 - The Federal Audit
"I don't owe you anything," Jack whispered coldly, completely dominating his living room.
He didn't argue with the weeping, pathetic family. He swiped the screen of his digital tablet, bringing up a highly classified, heavily encrypted forensic financial audit.
"This tablet doesn't just hold the liability transfer," Jack announced smoothly, holding it out toward his terrified brother. "It also holds the complete digital footprint of exactly how you forged my signature to open three additional credit cards last year, Mark."
Mark physically staggered backward, his cream polo shirt clinging to his sweating chest. "No! I didn't! She's lying!"
"The IP addresses trace directly to your luxury apartment," Jack explained flawlessly. "I didn't just freeze Dad's pension. I sent the entire forensic packet to the federal fraud division an hour ago."
His parents gasped in absolute, breathless horror. They realized they weren't just looking at financial ruin; they were actively looking at federal prison for their golden child.
"You turned your own brother into the FBI?!" his father roared aggressively, desperately trying to protect his favorite son.
"He stopped being my brother the second he stole my identity," Jack replied smoothly.
Heavy, wailing sirens aggressively shattered the quiet, peaceful suburban morning outside.
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Intense red and blue emergency lights violently illuminated the large front windows of the house. Jack hadn't just bought a house; he had actively, flawlessly orchestrated the exact time and place of their absolute public destruction.
👉 The open front door was violently blocked by the absolute worst possible consequence.
