Chapter 16 - The Final Eviction
Daniel turned around, panic flooding his bloodshot eyes as the two security guards stepped forward, blocking the doorway.
“Stay away from me!” Daniel stammered, backing up against my desk. “I have a right to be here! We were married!”
“You have zero rights here, Mr. Mercer,” Marcus said, his voice dropping an octave as he stepped closer, towering over Daniel. “This is private commercial property owned exclusively by Harlow Property Group. You were legally and permanently severed from this company, these assets, and Ms. Harlow’s life over a month ago. If you take one more step toward her desk, I’ll have these gentlemen charge you with criminal trespassing and stalking.”
Daniel looked frantically between Marcus and me, desperately searching for a shred of the empathy I used to show him during our marriage. But he found nothing. The woman who used to cook him gourmet meals and forgive his endless selfishness was gone. In her place stood a ruthless, self-made CEO who protected her empire with absolute vigilance.
“Claire… please,” Daniel whispered, his voice cracking into a pathetic sob. “Just help me out. Just a little bit…”
“Get out, Daniel,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the silence of the office like a razor. “And if you ever come within five miles of my properties, my home, or my life again, Naomi won't just file a restraining order—she’ll hand those unredacted federal wire fraud transcripts directly to the U.S. Attorney’s office.”
Daniel swallowed hard, the last shred of his arrogant facade completely shattering. Without another word, he turned around and allowed the two security guards to escort him out of the office, his cheap polyester jacket sagging around his defeated shoulders.
As the heavy glass door clicked shut behind him, Marcus let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well. That was satisfyingly pathetic.”
“Trash takes itself out eventually, Marcus,” I said, sitting back down at my desk and smoothing my blazer. “Is the zoning documentation ready for tomorrow morning’s acquisition meeting?”
“On your desk, boss,” Marcus smiled, placing a fresh folder down before turning to leave. “And don't worry about Daniel. Security has his photo at every single Harlow Property Group building in the state. He won't be getting past the front lobby ever again.”
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Maya walked in a moment later, holding a fresh cup of black coffee and an updated schedule. “Everything alright in here, Ms. Harlow? We heard shouting.”
“Everything is entirely under control, Maya,” I smiled, taking a sip of the hot coffee. “Just a minor pest control issue. Now, let’s review the financials for the east side warehouse project.”
