Chapter 12 - The Federal Subpoena That Shocks The Blackwood Boardroom
Monday morning arrived with the force of an oncoming freight train across the financial districts of Chicago and New York.
At exactly nine o'clock, federal marshals stormed the fifty-story Blackwood corporate headquarters in downtown Manhattan.
News helicopters swarmed the skyscraper as armed agents carried boxes of physical ledgers and server hard drives out the lobby doors.
Grant and Eleanor were caught off guard during their weekly executive board meeting on the top floor.
Handcuffs were slapped onto Grant’s wrists before he even had time to stand up from his custom leather chair.
Eleanor screamed at the federal agents, invoking names of federal judges and senators who owed her political favors.
None of them answered her calls; the web of corruption had collapsed under the weight of incontrovertible digital evidence.
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Live television feeds broadcasted the humiliating downfall of the untouchable family across every major network in America.
I watched the broadcast from the rustic cabin in New England, feeling the heavy burden finally lift from my shoulders.
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