Chapter 3 - Security Guards Secure the Window
Before I could fully process the astronomical sum, two heavy-set security guards in navy uniforms jogged over to Window Four.
They positioned themselves on either side of me, their hands resting cautiously near their utility belts as they scanned the waiting lobby.
“Lock down the main entrance doors, Marcus; nobody enters or leaves until federal compliance verifies the account status,” Arthur instructed quietly.
“What is happening? Am I under arrest?” I asked, a sudden spike of adrenaline tightening my chest muscles.
“Not at all, Ms. Henderson; you are the primary beneficiary and sole legal trustee of an account your father has tried to raid for years,” Arthur assured me.
“Years? But my father always claimed we were barely scraping by, stealing my college scholarship money for his luxuries,” I whispered bitterly.
“Your father was embezzling corporate dividends that your grandmother secretly redirected into this protected trust fund,” Arthur explained.
He flipped open the passbook to the red-stamped page, revealing an encrypted routing number linked to Swiss holding accounts.
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“The moment the teller entered your grandmother’s routing code, an automated federal flag locked every single asset in Richard’s name,” he added.
The sheer poetic justice of my father’s impending downfall sent a warm wave of absolute vindication through my veins.
