Chapter 6 - The Corporate Counterattack

Far away in Boston, sitting at the mahogany dining table of her sister’s brownstone, Mariana stared at her phone in disbelief as Sarah Jenkins laid out the chaotic events unfolding in Chicago.
"The police were called by one of the guests, Mariana," Sarah said over the speakerphone, her tone a mix of professional triumph and disbelief. "Carmen dropped the bomb about the secret child, and while the estate was in utter pandemonium, I filed the emergency injunction on the corporate equity transfer."
Mariana’s heart hammered against her ribs. "The forged signature?"
"Exactly," Sarah confirmed. "The forensic handwriting analysis we expedited came back an hour ago. Not only did Arthur forge your signature on the equity transfer resolution, but he also funneled over two million dollars of corporate funds from Vance Fine Furniture into private accounts to sustain his secret lifestyle and settlements with Selina."
Elena, who had been listening intently while pouring chamomile tea into mugs, gasped softly and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Two million dollars?" Mariana repeated, her voice steadying as righteous anger began to replace the lingering sorrow of the morning. For sixteen years, she had balanced the books, negotiated supply contracts, and kept the company afloat during economic downturns while Arthur played golf and took credit for her labor. And all the while, he had been robbing the very company she had helped build from scratch.
"He’s exposed on every front," Sarah continued. "His mother is having a medical evaluation after collapsing from shock in the garden, the board of directors is holding an emergency vote tonight to strip him of his CEO title, and your father-in-law has realized that his precious empire is about to be dismantled piece by piece unless we negotiate directly with you."
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"Let them call," Mariana said calmly, her gaze shifting toward the hallway where her four daughters were quietly settling into their new rooms. "Arthur wanted a clean break with a monthly deposit. He thought he could discard us like old furniture. But a house built on theft and lies always falls, Sarah. Let’s make sure we collect every single brick."
"I love the sound of that," Sarah replied with a sharp chuckle. "I'll draw up the restructured asset seizure and equity consolidation papers tonight. Rest easy in Boston, Mariana. Your new life has officially begun."