Chapter 4 - The Legal Execution

"You... you did this?" Marcus stammered, stepping back until the edge of the dais hit his knees. "That’s impossible! You were an art gallery girl from SoHo! I made you! I gave you everything!"
Elara offered a faint, chilling smile. "You found a girl who wanted to experience ordinary life for a year, Marcus. You took her quietness for weakness. You took her patience for stupidity. And tonight, you took your arrogance too far."
Before Marcus could answer, the head legal advisor stepped forward, opening a thick leather portfolio and pulling out a staggering stack of documents. He cleared his throat, his voice ringing through the hall like a judge pronouncing a death sentence.
"Marcus Vance, pursuant to Section 4 of the Global Asset Recovery Act and direct writ from the Sovereign Tribunal of Geneva, you are hereby served with notice of total corporate dissolution."
The lawyer began reading down the list at machine-gun speed:
"Vance Global Holdings is seized in its entirety for outstanding debt obligations to Devereux Capital."
"Vance Real Estate is liquidated effective immediately; all properties, commercial holdings, and residential assets revert to the Devereux Trust."
"Personal liability injunctions have been filed: all personal bank accounts, trust funds, vehicles, art collections, and retirement portfolios belonging to Marcus Vance and Chloe Sterling are frozen under charges of corporate espionage, embezzlement, and systemic fraud."
Chloe let out a piercing shriek, dropping her designer handbag to the floor. "No! No, this isn't legal! I’m an officer of this foundation, I have rights!"
One of the syndicate operatives stepped forward, holding out a sleek tablet displaying federal arrest warrants. "Chloe Sterling, you are under federal arrest for insider trading, tax evasion, and conspiracy to commit corporate sabotage. Anything you say can and will be used against you."
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Two local NYPD officers—who had somehow materialized inside the ballroom, accompanied by federal agents—stepped past the guards and clamped cold steel handcuffs around Chloe’s wrists. She sobbed hysterically as she was dragged away across the very floor where she had stood triumphantly twenty minutes earlier.
Marcus dropped to his knees. The marble floor was freezing against his shins, but he couldn't feel it. His entire world—his wealth, his status, his name, his future—had been vaporized in less than an hour.