Chapter 3

"You had your moment, Logan, when you raised your fist against your unborn child's mother," Clara replied, her tone freezing the air in the room.
The two heavily armed tactical guards stepped forward instantly, flanking Clara with absolute precision to form an impenetrable human shield.
"Secure the perimeter and seize all communication devices in the residence," the lead tactical commander ordered crisply into his shoulder-mounted radio.
Instantly, three additional operatives fanned out toward the East Wing, cutting off every landline, router, and private server terminal in the mansion.
Logan watched in mounting horror as his personal smartphone was gently plucked from his jacket pocket by a guard and crushed beneath a heavy combat boot.
"You can't do this! I am the executive director of Vance-Sterling Enterprises!" Logan shrieked, his composure completely shattering into dust.
"You were an executive director," Arthur corrected him with devastating calm, pulling a gold-plated fountain pen from his navy blue pinstripe suit pocket.
"As of three minutes ago, my emergency board proxies have voted unanimously to strip you of every voting share and executive privilege."
Logan clutched his head in absolute disbelief, his light beige suit soaked in cold sweat as his entire luxurious life evaporated before his eyes.
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"You're bankrupting me over a domestic spat?" Logan whispered, his voice trembling uncontrollably as the financial reality set in.
"I am not bankrupting you, Logan; I am erasing you," Arthur replied without a shred of emotion.