The elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the smug look on Richard's face as the cab dropped sixty floors straight down to the street level.
Sarah walked through the revolving doors into the bitter New York drizzle, pulling her coat collar tight against the biting wind.
Her phone buzzed violently inside her purse before she even reached the curb.
Sarah: Hello, Arthur?
Arthur: Sarah, where are you? Did he serve the papers?
Sarah: He threw me out of the building ten minutes ago. Chloe was standing right beside him.
Arthur: That arrogant fool. Did he threaten to enforce the nineteen ninety-eight agreement?
Sarah: Word for word. He thinks he's leaving me with a small condo in Queens and five hundred thousand dollars.
Arthur: I have the original vault documents sitting on my desk right now. My car is pulling up to your corner.
A sleek black town car pulled smoothly to the curb, its hazard lights flashing against the wet asphalt.
The driver stepped out, opened the rear door, and Arthur Vance, Richard’s seventy-year-old estranged uncle, leaned forward from the backseat.
Arthur: Get inside out of the cold, my dear. We have an empire to reclaim.
Sarah: Thank you, Arthur. I honestly didn't think he would go this far.
Arthur: Greed blinds a man faster than pride ever could.
Sarah: He had security pack my belongings into two plastic bins.
Arthur: Let him enjoy his petty victories tonight. Tomorrow morning, reality sets in.
Sarah: Is the emergency board meeting confirmed?
Arthur: All seven primary voting members will be in the boardroom by eight-thirty sharp.
Sarah: Does Richard have any suspicion?
Arthur: None. He believes he holds ninety-five percent voting control through his shell corporation.
Sarah: He never bothered reading the fine print of my father's initial capital injection.
Arthur: Because your father trusted you to protect the family name, not Richard's reckless vanity.
Sarah: When Richard's father passed away, my dad funded every single vessel in the shipping fleet.
Arthur: And structured that investment into an irrevocable family trust with a strict morality clause.
Sarah: Does the clause explicitly cover adultery and abandonment?
Arthur: Section twelve, paragraph four. Upon proof of marital breach, control reverts immediately to the sole trustee.
Sarah: And I am the sole trustee.
Arthur: Exactly. Richard has been operating on borrowed time and borrowed money without ever realizing it.
Sarah: What about Chloe? She was bragging about being named vice president of operations next week.
Arthur: Chloe doesn't even possess the credentials to manage a local retail branch. Her employment contract terminates at noon tomorrow.
Sarah: I don't want vengeance, Arthur. I just want what my family spent fifty years building.
Arthur: Justice isn't vengeance, Sarah. It's simply balancing an account that was left overdue for far too long.
Sarah: Let's go to your office. I want every single document signed and filed before the market opens.
Arthur: Driver, take us straight to Wall Street. We have a long night ahead.
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