Chapter 11 - The Inheritance of Judgment
The morning sun washed over the suburban estate with a clinical, unforgiving brightness, highlighting the lingering scent of expensive champagne and crushed rose petals from the night before.
I stood by the second-floor balcony railing, looking down at the foyer where the federal marshals had dragged Caleb and Vivian less than twelve hours earlier. The house was finally quiet—not the anxious, suffocating quiet of a place hiding secrets, but the deep, resonant stillness of a domain returned to its rightful keeper.
My phone chimed on the mahogany console table. An encrypted notification from Marcus Vance:
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“The emergency asset freeze orders have been processed by the federal magistrate. All of Grant’s personal bank accounts, vehicles, and undisclosed corporate holdings have been seized as collateral against civil restitution and legal damages. He’s completely wiped out.”
I tapped out a brief reply: “Make sure the court filings itemize every single fraudulent transfer down to the last cent. Let him experience what it means to build a life on nothing.”
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