Chapter 13 - The Clearing of the DebrisBy Tuesday afternoon, the administrative fallout of the arrest required immediate, methodical action.
I sat at my father’s old walnut desk, reviewing the comprehensive asset inventory prepared by Vance & Sterling Law. Without Grant’s salary, without Vivian’s social credit, and with the entire Miller family estate frozen under federal lien, the domestic illusion they had tried to construct around me had entirely evaporated.
A soft knock echoed at the study door. My executive assistant, Sarah—who had managed my father’s private schedule for a decade and had quietly watched Grant’s intrusion with silent vigilance—pushed the door open.
“Ava,” Sarah said gently, holding a cardboard box containing the personal items Grant had left scattered across the guest house and walk-in closets. “What would you like me to do with these?”
I looked down at the box—a pile of expensive watches, monogrammed cufflinks, and cheap designer cologne bottles.
“Donate the clothes to a local shelter,” I instructed evenly. “Keep the watches in the estate vault as physical evidence for the civil restitution hearings. And Sarah?”
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“Change every single access code, lock, and digital gateway on the property. We’re starting fresh.”
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