Chapter 2 - Executing the Ultimate Legal Strike
The hospital room fell into a profound, suffocating silence after the heavy oak door clicked shut behind Flynn.
My newborn daughter rested against my chest, her soft breathing serving as the only anchor in a world that had just shattered.
I looked down at the tiny, perfect face of my baby girl, vowing silently that she would never know a moment of weakness or betrayal.
My phone vibrated against the sterile hospital sheets, breaking the heavy stillness with a sharp, insistent buzz.
I picked it up with a steady hand, pressing the screen to my ear as Phoebe’s sharp voice cut through the line.
“Mabel, I’m waiting,” Phoebe said, her tone businesslike and razor-sharp.
“Listen carefully, Phoebe, because I want this executed with absolute surgical precision before sunrise,” I instructed, my voice devoid of emotion.
“Name it,” Phoebe replied instantly, the sound of her laptop keyboard clicking furiously in the background.
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“First, freeze every primary operating account tied to Vance Enterprises and its subsidiaries immediately.”
“Done in my head already. What’s step two?” Phoebe asked without missing a beat.
