Chapter 13 - Mark Walks Into A Deadly Corporate Trap At Work
At 10:30 AM, Mark walked through the glass double doors of Crestview Developments’ executive headquarters downtown. He wore his custom Italian wool suit, his signature confident smirk firmly plastered across his handsome face. He breezed past the reception desk, nodding casually to the junior receptionist without noticing the two federal marshals sitting quietly in the corner. Brenda wasn't at her secretary desk; she had called in sick after fleeing the hospital in sheer panic the previous day.
Mark strode into his corner office, tossing his leather briefcase onto the mahogany desk and loosening his silk tie. He sat down in his ergonomic leather chair, opening his laptop to check the morning corporate account balances. A strange error message popped up instantly across his screen: ACCESS DENIED - ADMINISTRATIVE CREDENTIALS REVOKED.
Mark frowned, tapping his keyboard furiously to re-enter his master password, but the screen remained locked tight. He picked up his desk landline phone to call the IT department, but the dial tone was dead silent. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of his corner office swung wide open with a sharp, echoing bang.
Julian Vance strode into the room flanked by two armed federal agents and a representative from the Ohio Attorney General’s office. Mark jumped up from his chair, his face turning an alarming shade of pale gray as he stared at the federal badges.
"What is the meaning of this? Who let you into my office?" Mark shouted, his voice cracking with sudden panic. Julian Vance stopped in front of the mahogany desk, pulling a thick packet of legal documents from his briefcase.
"Good morning, Mark. I'm Julian Vance, representing your wife, Laura Crestview," Julian announced with chilling politeness. "You are hereby served with an emergency federal asset freeze, a corporate receivership order, and a criminal arrest warrant."
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Mark stumbled backward against his bookshelves, his knees buckling slightly under the sudden weight of absolute catastrophe. "This is insane! Laura can't do this! Crestview is my company!" Mark screamed hysterically.
"Crestview belongs to Laura and the federal government now, Mark," Julian replied coldly, nodding to the marshals. The federal agents stepped forward, grabbing Mark by his Italian wool sleeves and snapping heavy steel cuffs around his wrists.
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