Chapter 4 - The Midnight Escort
"Mrs. Sterling?" the lead man asked, pulling a silver badge from his inner jacket pocket.
"I'm Clara Sterling," she answered, stepping around the dining room archway.
"I'm Special Agent Davis with the Financial Crimes Division," the officer announced, his voice carrying through the quiet house. "We hold an injunction against the assets of Sterling Logistics."
Eleanor gasped, clutching her chest as she leaned against the mahogany dining table for support.
"On what grounds?!" Mark shouted, stepping between the officers and his mother. "This is a private residence!"
"We have probable cause regarding tax fraud and offshore wire transfers executed under your mother's account," Agent Davis stated coldly.
He gestured to his partner, who immediately presented a federal warrant stamped by a district judge in Hartford.
Clara watched her husband's jaw drop, his arrogance evaporating in a single, devastating second.
"You gave them the keys to the vault, Clara," Mark gasped, turning to face his wife with pure rage.
"I gave them thirty years of your mother's secret ledgers," Clara corrected him smoothly. "The ones she kept hidden inside the safe behind the flag."
Eleanor let out a choked scream, falling back into the nearest dining chair as the reality of her downfall set in.
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"Take Lily upstairs, Mark," Clara commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Or leave this house right now."
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