Chapter 5
Eleanor noticed the sudden shift in her son's posture, sitting up straight with a sharp, suspicious frown.
"Ethan, what on earth is wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost," Eleanor demanded sharply.
"My corporate accounts... they're all frozen," Ethan stammered, his voice rising in sudden, unadulterated panic.
"Every single dollar in the Vance Holdings operating fund has been locked by a federal court order!"
Eleanor stood up so fast her vintage heels clicked against the hardwood floor like gunshots.
"That's impossible! We are primary defense contractors with government backing!" Eleanor shrieked in disbelief.
"Who in God's name has the legal authority to freeze Vance Holdings overnight?!"
Before Ethan could answer, the heavy double doors of their private penthouse elevator dinged loudly.
Instead of the usual evening delivery service, four towering men in charcoal gray suits stepped smoothly into the foyer.
They wore sharp federal identification badges clipped to their lapels, and their expressions were entirely devoid of human emotion.
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"Ethan Vance?" the lead federal marshal asked, stepping forward with a thick sheaf of legal documents in his hand.
"You are hereby served with a federal subpoena and an immediate asset seizure warrant issued by District Judge Miller."
