Chapter 3 - The Corporate Execution
I sat in Eleanor’s office, watching the lobby security feed on her massive monitor.
Richard’s entire logistical firm relied on three primary commercial warehouses. Warehouses that were owned by Crawford Commercial Real Estate. Richard had spent the last month arrogantly negotiating a ten-year lease extension, convinced he was a master negotiator.
I watched on the screen as the attorney handed Richard the envelope. Inside was a formal notice of immediate eviction. The Crawford empire was terminating his month-to-month leases, giving him exactly forty-eight hours to vacate millions of dollars worth of inventory.
Richard dropped the roses. He started pacing, pulling out his phone, shouting at the attorney.
But it didn't end there.
Because I was legally his wife, and because Illinois is an equitable distribution state, my new legal team had ruthlessly audited his accounts over the weekend. They found exactly what Richard had been hiding when I refused to sign his shady tax documents two days before he abandoned me. Richard had been forging my signature to hide massive amounts of corporate debt under my name.
“Execute the freeze,” Eleanor said softly into her phone.
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On the screen, Richard looked down at his phone. His banking app had just updated. Every single account tied to his name, his business, and his fraudulent loans had been legally frozen by a federal judge pending an investigation into marital and corporate fraud.
He looked up at the security camera in the lobby. He knew we were watching. The arrogant, controlling man who had thrown my maternity clothes onto a marble floor was now completely bankrupt, facing federal indictment, and standing in a lobby holding a useless bouquet of roses.
