Part 2: The Freezing of Assets
By midnight, the Morrison estate was a war zone of panic. The security guards Arthur brought didn't leave; they stationed themselves at the doors to ensure no corporate property was removed from the premises.
Diane was hyperventilating on the sofa, screaming into a phone that kept telling her the same thing: Account suspended. Account suspended.
"This can't be happening," she whimpered, looking at her diamond rings. "I am Diane Morrison! I built the social structure of this city's elite! They can't just lock my bank accounts!"
"They can, Mother, because the bank belongs to her!" Brendan roared, pacing back and forth, ripping his hair out. His phone was ringing continuously—calls from suppliers, friends who had heard rumors, and board members who were scrambling to save their own skins. "Every single venture capital fund we invested in was backed by Omnia Global. The moment she pulled the plug, the leverage collapsed. We don't just have zero dollars, Mom. We owe ninety million dollars in personal guarantees that are now due immediately."
Jessica was already upstairs, frantically packing her designer bags—bags that Brendan had bought using the corporate credit card just last week. When she ran down the stairs, two of my security guards blocked her at the foyer.
"Excuse me, miss," one guard said coldly. "All items purchased with Omnia corporate funds within the last ninety days are subject to immediate seizure under the audit protocol. Please leave the bags."
"What?!" Jessica screamed, her voice cracking. "These are mine! Brendan gave them to me!"
"With stolen company money," Arthur’s voice boomed as he walked down the stairs, holding a tablet. "Leave the luxury goods, Ms. Miller. Or we will have the police arrest you for receiving stolen property right here."
Jessica looked at Brendan, hoping he would defend her, but Brendan was staring at the floor, ruined. Realizing the ship was sinking, she dropped the bags on the floor, glared at the family, and ran out the front door into the rain, shouting, "You're a bunch of frauds!"
Brendan didn't even watch her leave. He dragged himself over to Arthur, falling to his knees. "Arthur, please. Let me talk to Cassidy. Just five minutes. I know I was an asshole. I know my mother went too far tonight. But Cassidy loves me. She endured three years of marriage with me. She wouldn't destroy me completely."
Arthur looked down at him with utter disgust. "Mr. Morrison, the Chairman is currently at the Omnia Private Hospital receiving a full medical evaluation because your mother poured freezing, unsanitary water over her while she is seven months pregnant. You laughed. You did not protect your wife. You did not protect your unborn child."
Arthur leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You didn't just break her heart, Brendan. You triggered a woman who holds the economic keys to this entire state. There is no negotiation. There is no five minutes. Protocol 7 means you are erased."
Meanwhile, inside the presidential suite of the Omnia Medical Center, I was wrapped in warm, sterile blankets. A team of the country's best doctors was monitoring my baby’s heartbeat. The monitor emitted a steady, rhythmic thump-thump-thump.
I placed my hand over my stomach. "You're safe now, my love," I whispered. "No one will ever look down on us again."
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The door opened softly, and my personal assistant, Marcus, entered with a fresh cup of warm herbal tea and a tablet. "The first phase is complete, Ms. Vance. The Morrisons are legally locked out. By tomorrow morning, the press will receive the anonymous tip regarding their massive corporate embezzlement. The public execution of their reputation begins at dawn."
I took a sip of the tea, the warmth spreading through my body. "Good. Don't show them an ounce of mercy."
