Chapter 7 - The Corporate TakeoverThe ballroom fell into an absolute, suffocating silence. Three hundred of New York’s elite watched the screen in horror as the video showed Ethan lunging forward with the belt, only for me to effortlessly step inside his guard, flip him over my shoulder, and pin him flat on the marble floor in under ten seconds.
“What is the meaning of this?!” one of the primary investors screamed from the VIP lounge, standing up and slamming his glass onto the table. “Judith, what the hell is going on with your son?”
Ethan’s face went completely pasty white, the scotch glass slipping from his trembling fingers and shattering on the polished floor. Vanessa let out a sharp, panicked gasp, covering her mouth as the guests began to turn around, staring at them with disgust and horror.
“This... this is a fraudulent fabrication!” Ethan yelled, his voice cracking with hysteria as he tried to rush toward the tech booth. “Turn it off! Someone turn it off!”
“It’s not a fabrication, Ethan,” my voice spoke from the back of the ballroom.
The heavy double doors swung open, and I walked down the center aisle, wearing a stunning white silk pantsuit that caught every light in the room. I moved with absolute grace, my heels clicking rhythmically against the stone, flanked by Marcus and four uniformed federal marshals.
“The grand jury issued a federal indictment for wire fraud, grand larceny, and corporate embezzlement against you at four o'clock this afternoon, Ethan,” I said, my voice calm, clear, and perfectly carrying through the microphone.
Judith stood on the stage, her face completely frozen in a mask of absolute corporate ruin. She didn't look at her son with maternal concern; she looked at him with pure, murderous rage. He had destroyed her fifty-million-dollar deal, her company's reputation, and her family's legacy in a single night.
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“Marcus,” I said, looking at the lead marshal. “Please execute the warrant.”
The marshals marched straight past the stunned guests, grabbed Ethan’s arms, and violently pulled them behind his back. The metal handcuffs clicked shut with a sharp, final sound that echoed loudly through the silent ballroom.
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