Chapter 6 - Marcus Caldwell Realizes His Net Is Closing In Fast
Inside his corner office on the fortieth floor, Marcus Caldwell slammed his expensive Montblanc pen onto his glass desk in sudden, blind rage.
His corporate smartphone buzzed incessantly with text messages from creditors demanding immediate wire confirmations for his Hamptons properties.
He opened his banking app, checking the primary escrow holding account where two million dollars of redirected capital was supposed to sit ready.
The balance read zero, locked behind an impenetrable legal barrier managed by an unknown entity titled Rowan Escrow Trust.
“What the hell is this?” Marcus whispered to himself, his face draining of color as cold sweat beaded along his hairline.
He picked up his office landline and dialed his primary financial fixer in the Cayman Islands, his breathing turning shallow and rapid.
“The funds from the corporate consolidation have been quarantined by a domestic trust,” a cold voice informed him from the island.
“Find out who authorized the freeze and break the encryption immediately!” Marcus screamed into the receiver, losing his corporate composure entirely.
“We can't, Mr. Caldwell; the legal injunction was signed by a federal bankruptcy judge in Manhattan three hours ago,” the fixer replied before hanging up.
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Marcus dropped the phone into its cradle, his hands shaking violently as he looked out his massive window at the Manhattan skyline.
The walls were closing in, and he knew that if the board discovered his embezzlement scheme, federal prison would be his next permanent address.
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