Chapter 2: The Dominoes Begin to Fall
Brandon was mid-sentence, recounting to Cassandra how he planned to liquidate Elena’s personal trust fund, when his phone buzzed. He ignored it. Then, his watch buzzed. Then, his email notifications began to chime in a relentless, synchronized rhythm.
He frowned, tapping his screen. "What is this?"
"What is it, darling?" Cassandra asked, sipping a latte.
Brandon stopped walking. His face drained of color. "My accounts... they’re locked. All of them. Personal, corporate, even the offshore holdings."
He tried to log into his bank app, but the screen flashed a bold, red warning: Account access restricted by Federal Authority.
At that exact moment, the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened with a ding that sounded like a gunshot. A team of men in dark suits—not security, but federal agents—stepped out. They moved with a precision that turned the lobby into a battlefield.
"Brandon Sterling?" the lead agent asked, holding up a badge. "You’re under arrest for racketeering, embezzlement, and a massive tax fraud scheme involving the offshore accounts of Sterling Industries."
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Brandon stammered, his arrogance shattering like glass. "This is a mistake! My wife—she’s the one who handled the accounts! She did this!"
The agent didn't blink. "Actually, Mr. Sterling, your wife provided us with a roadmap. Every transfer, every shell company, every bribe. She didn't just tell us where to look; she gave us the receipts."
