Chapter 11 - Legal Threats Rock the Estate
Back in Manhattan, Eleanor sat behind her polished mahogany desk sipping morning tea while reading the financial pages.
Her legal advisor stood before her, looking pale and sweating despite the air-conditioned luxury of the corporate office.
“What do you mean, the primary backup files have been stolen from the basement vault?” Eleanor demanded sharply.
“We believe the head bodyguard downloaded them before fleeing the estate last night, Madam,” the advisor stammered.
Eleanor slammed her teacup down onto the saucer, sending amber liquid splashing across the delicate white porcelain.
“Find him, and make sure those files never reach Stallone or the federal authorities, whatever the cost!” she ordered.
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Before the advisor could exit the office, the intercom buzzed urgently with a priority call from the front reception desk.
“Mrs. Eleanor, you have federal marshals downstairs with an emergency asset freeze and a search warrant,” the receptionist reported.
