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Chapter 6 - The Freezing of the Empire

The notifications on my phone blinked incessantly across the screen.

Grant: Answer your phone right now, Catherine. This game is over. Grant: I mean it. If you aren't back in this house with the kids in twenty minutes, I am freezing every account and reporting the car stolen. Grant: You are penniless without me. Do you hear me? Penniless! You won't have access to a single dollar for groceries or diapers by noon.

I handed the phone to Natalie, who glanced at the screen with a cold, professional smile that reached her eyes.

"Classic narcissistic panic," Natalie murmured, setting the phone down on the glass coffee table face-down. "They always threaten financial execution when their psychological control fails. They believe money is the only language the world speaks."

Just then, Natalie’s office landline buzzed sharply. She picked up the receiver on the second ring, listening intently as her senior paralegal delivered an urgent update from the financial division downstairs. I watched Natalie’s expression shift from calm assurance to a sharp, predatory focus.

She asked two brief, technical questions regarding asset routing numbers and corporate ledger signatures, jotted down a set of numbers on a legal pad, and lowered the phone.

"Grant’s primary corporate and personal accounts have just been frozen by order of Judge Harrison pursuant to our emergency injunction," Natalie announced smoothly, looking directly at me.

Almost on cue, my personal phone began ringing again, vibrating violently against the glass table. The caller ID flashed GRANT.

I stared at the screen, watching his name blink over and over again. For nine years, that name represented an inescapable shadow, an authority that governed every breath I took, every dollar I spent, and every movement I made.

"Answer it," Natalie instructed softly, sliding the phone across the table toward my hand. "Put it on speaker, but don't say a word. Let him speak his own destruction into the record."

I took a deep breath, placed my hand over the trembling of my fingers, and pressed accept. I slid the phone onto speaker and laid it flat on the table.

For three seconds, there was only heavy, furious breathing on the other end of the line. Then Grant’s voice exploded into the quiet room, stripped of all its previous theatrical charm and dripping with absolute, unadulterated terror.

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"What the hell did you do?!" Grant screamed, his voice cracking with disbelief. "I just tried to log into our primary business accounts to transfer funds, and the bank locked every single card! They said there’s an emergency federal and state asset freeze linked to my corporate identification number! Catherine, what did you do?!"

For the first time in nine years, the person on the other end of the line was completely, utterly terrified. And I still hadn't even told him what I found in the flash drive.

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