Chapter 7 - The Police Arrive to Investigate the Street Confrontation
Two New York City police cruisers pulled up to the curb with their lights flashing muted blues and reds in the rain.
Four officers stepped out into the downpour, pulling up their yellow slickers as they approached the frantic executive.
“Sir, we've received multiple complaints from building security regarding public disturbance and trespassing,” the lead officer stated.
“Trespassing?! I live in the penthouse suite upstairs! That old man in the overalls is an impostor!” Richard yelled frantically.
“Mr. Vane owns this entire block, pal, and he wants you removed from the sidewalk immediately,” the officer replied dryly.
“You can't arrest me! I demand to speak to the precinct captain! I contribute thousands to the police benevolent fund!” Richard shouted.
“Your accounts are frozen, your building access is revoked, and right now you're disturbing a residential zone,” the officer warned.
The officers grabbed his arms, guiding him toward the back door of the patrol car with firm, professional efficiency.
Richard kicked and thrashed against their grip, his expensive pinstripe suit tearing slightly at the shoulder seam.
“This is a conspiracy! My wife is a gold-digger and that old man is a fraud!” he screamed as the door slammed shut.
Inside the warm patrol car, Richard slumped against the vinyl seat, panting heavily as rain streaked down the glass.
His smartphone buzzed one final time before the battery died completely, cutting off his last connection to the outside world.
He stared out the window at the grand luxury building where his pregnant wife was now resting in a luxury penthouse.
The US flag above the awning flapped rhythmically, looking down at him with the cold impartiality of American justice.
The patrol car pulled away from the curb, merging into the dense river of Manhattan evening traffic.
Back in the penthouse, Marcus Vane sat at a mahogany desk reviewing real estate files and corporate ledger summaries.
His personal secretary stood nearby, holding a tablet displaying the live updates of Richard's abrupt legal downfall.
“The federal marshals have executed the search warrants on his Wall Street office, Mr. Vane,” the secretary reported.
“Good. Make sure every single shell company he operated is audited down to the last penny,” Marcus ordered firmly.
“And how is Mrs. Richard holding up with the medical team upstairs?” Marcus asked with genuine concern.
“The doctor confirms she and the baby are in stable condition, resting comfortably under our care,” the secretary confirmed.
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Marcus nodded slowly, closing his ledger with a quiet thud that echoed through the private executive office.
The first phase of restoring justice to the block was successfully completed; now the systemic cleanup would begin.
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