Chapter 2 - The Freezing of the EmpireThe chaos in the foyer was only the beginning.
Edwin stood in the center of the drawing room, his face flushed with a mixture of blind rage and mounting terror. His custom tuxedo was soaked from the rain, and his hair was plastered against his forehead.
“You can’t do this!” Edwin roared, jacking his finger toward Adrian Wayne, who was calmly organizing documents on the mahogany desk. “I am the CEO of Crestview Construction! I secured the municipal contracts! Without my signature, the entire downtown redevelopment project collapses by Monday morning!”
Adrian didn't even look up from his papers. He adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses with unshakeable composure.
“Mr. Mercer, as of 7:14 AM, Stanford Meridian Capital has exercised its collateral option under Clause One,” Adrian replied evenly. “You are no longer authorized to sign checks, commit company funds, or enter any corporate facility without a trust-appointed supervisor present. Furthermore, all corporate assets tied to this estate—including your personal accounts, vehicles, and the very roof over your head—have reverted to the primary trustee.”
Edwin spun around, his eyes locking onto me where I stood near the marble console, still wrapped in the heavy wool coat Adrian’s team had handed me.
“Clara,” Edwin hissed, his voice dropping into a venomous whisper as he closed the distance between us. “What have you done? You little ungrateful parasite! Your father was a broken-down engineer living off charity, and I took you in! I gave you my name!”
Before Edwin could raise a hand, Marcus, the lead security specialist dispatched by Stanford Meridian, stepped directly between us. Marcus stood six-four, built like a brick wall, and possessed a cold, dead-eyed stare that made Edwin flinch and step back.
“Keep your distance from Miss Vance, Mr. Mercer,” Marcus warned, his hand resting casually near his holster. “Unless you want to add assault of a federal fiduciary to your growing list of indictments.”
From the staircase, Beverly descended slowly, her regal composure fracturing beneath a mask of absolute fury. She swept past Edwin, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at me.
“Clara, this is absurd,” Beverly said, pitching her voice to sound reasonable, though a tremor betrayed her panic. “Family matters should be handled within the family. Whatever misunderstanding you have with Edwin can be resolved in a boardroom, not with police and corporate thugs storming our home. Call off your lawyer.”
I looked at the woman who had watched me get shoved to the floor without blinking an eye, the woman who had manipulated my father’s final days in the hospital.
“Family?” I asked, my voice cutting through the room with crystal clarity. “Is that what you call locking me in a house, cutting off my communication, and helping your son orchestrate a hostile takeover of my father’s estate? Or is ‘family’ just the word you use for people you plan to destroy once they’ve served their purpose?”
Beverly’s lips thinned into a hard, white line. “You have no proof of anything. You’re a hysterical girl grieving a dying man.”
“I’m not grieving anymore, Beverly,” I replied softly, reaching into my coat pocket to touch the heavy brass key my father had left me. “I’m investigating.”
Adrian Wayne closed his leather briefcase and stood up, addressing the room.
“Miss Vance, the car is waiting,” Adrian said, ignoring the Mercer family entirely. “The hospital is prepared for your arrival. The coroner’s office has already been notified regarding the second blood test requested by your father.”
Edwin froze. The color drained completely from his face, leaving him looking sickly grey.
“What... what blood test?” Edwin stammered, looking between his mother and Adrian.
Beverly’s eyes widened in sheer terror, and for a fraction of a second, she looked as though she might collapse.
I didn't answer Edwin. I turned my back on my husband and my mother-in-law, walking past Atlas, who gave a low, affectionate whimper and nudged my hand with his cold nose.
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“Good boy, Atlas,” I whispered, scratching behind his ears.
As I stepped out of the mansion and into the waiting sedan, I knew the battle for Crestview Construction was only the surface. The real war—the one involving my father’s final hours—was just beginning.
