Chapter 4 - The Eviction Notice
The morning sun cast a bright, unapologetic light across the sprawling marble foyer of the Morrison estate.
I sat in the formal study overlooking the front gardens, sipping a warm cup of herbal tea while reviewing the preliminary asset audit generated overnight by Arthur and his legal team. The scope of the Morrison family’s financial corruption was staggering—millions of dollars siphoned from corporate R&D accounts to fund luxury cars, offshore accounts, and Jessica Reed’s high-end boutique shopping sprees.
A sharp knock sounded at the study door.
Director Vance stepped inside, holding a clipboard with a crisp, neutral expression.
“Good morning, Chairperson Vance,” Director Vance greeted with a respectful nod. “The local sheriff’s deputies have arrived to enforce the property transition, and the moving trucks requested by the former executives are parked outside.”
“How are they handling the transition?” I asked calmly, not looking up from my tablet.
“Mr. Morrison is currently screaming at his mother in the hallway, blaming her for ruining his life,” Director Vance replied dryly. “Ms. Reed attempted to sneak out the side exit with three designer handbags filled with company-purchased jewelry, but our detail intercepted her at the perimeter gate. All stolen items have been logged and recovered.”
I gave a slow, measured nod. “Good. Make sure the jewelry is cataloged back into the corporate treasury. I want every single cent accounted for before we hand the file over to the federal prosecutor’s office.”
“Understood.” Vance hesitated for a moment, shifting his weight. “Shall I have them escorted off the premises immediately, or will you be observing their departure?”
“Let them pack,” I said quietly. “I want them to feel every single second of what it means to lose everything they built their arrogance upon.”
Ten minutes later, I walked out of the study and into the grand hallway.
Brendan was standing near the front entrance, wearing a rumpled designer suit that looked like he had slept in it. His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot, and his face twisted into an ugly mask of desperation and rage as he saw me walking toward him.
“Cassidy!” Brendan shouted, lunging forward, but two security guards immediately stepped into his path, blocking him with arms like granite. “Cassidy, please! You can’t do this to us! We’ve been married for three years! We share a life!”
“We shared a lease on a lie, Brendan,” I corrected him coldly, stopping a few feet away. “You didn't want a wife. You wanted a quiet, invisible servant who would wash your clothes, ignore your affairs, and smile while you humiliated her in front of your mother.”
Diane stumbled down the grand staircase, dragging a massive Louis Vuitton suitcase behind her. Her face was stained with tears, her makeup smeared, and her aristocratic dignity completely shattered.
“You ruined us,” Diane hissed, venom dripping from every syllable as she glared at me. “You ungrateful, scheming little gold-digger! You trapped my son with a bastard child just to steal our empire!”
Before I could even blink, Director Vance stepped forward and delivered a chilling reminder.
“Watch your mouth, Mrs. Morrison,” Vance warned, his voice dropping an octave into pure ice. “That child is the sole heir to Apex Global. One more derogatory remark, and I will personally ensure you spend your remaining years facing criminal slander and defamation charges.”
Diane flinched, shrinking back under Vance’s intense gaze. She turned her hatred toward her son instead, slamming her suitcase down onto the marble floor.
“This is all your fault!” Diane shrieked at Brendan, jabbing a finger into his chest. “If you hadn't brought that common street trash into our home, if you had married someone from our social circle like I told you to, we wouldn't be standing here like beggars!”
“Shut up, Mother!” Brendan roared back, his face turning purple with blind rage. “It’s your fault! You’re the one who poured the water on her! You couldn't resist showing off your pathetic cruelty for five minutes!”
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They began screaming at each other, trading vicious insults in the very foyer where they had lorded their fake superiority over me for years.
I didn't watch them fight. I turned my back on the wreckage they had made of their own lives, walked past the open front doors, and stepped out into the fresh morning air, leaving the past behind forever.
