Chapter 18 - The Collapse of an Empire
"You hold nothing, Richard," Clara said, her voice echoing clearly off the high marble walls of the lobby for everyone—and every news camera—to hear. "Your voting rights were based on a forged power-of-attorney document created six months ago. Federal forensic auditors have spent the last six hours reviewing the real time-stamped files left by my father."
She slapped the thick legal stack onto the black marble desk with a loud, decisive sound that echoed through the entire lobby.
"Every dollar you transferred to the Cayman Islands has been frozen by federal order," Clara continued, stepping right into Richard's personal space. "Every contract you signed has been revoked. And the board meeting you called for 8:00 AM? It has been replaced by your arrest warrant for grand fraud, corporate embezzlement, and elder abuse."
Richard’s lawyer quickly grabbed the documents, skimming through the pages frantically. His face turned completely white. He dropped the paper, looked at Richard, and took three steps back, completely abandoning his client.
"Richard..." the lawyer stammered, "this... this is verified by the Department of Justice. It's over."
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"No! It's a lie! She fabricated it!" Richard screamed, his composure completely shattering into pathetic panic. He tried to lung toward Clara, but the federal agents tackled him to the marble floor in seconds, forcing his arms behind his back and snapping cold metal handcuffs onto his wrists.
👉 As Richard screamed profanities while being dragged out through the glass doors past flashing media cameras, Clara didn't even turn around to watch him fall.
