Chapter 3 - The First Crack in the FacadeBy Wednesday afternoon, the cracks in William’s carefully constructed world began to spiderweb across his immaculate reputation.
According to private intelligence updates provided by Margaret’s team, William had arrived at his office expecting a quiet morning of corporate maneuvering, only to find his corporate accounts frozen by emergency judicial order. His corporate credit cards had been declined at a high-end downtown steakhouse where he was treating Jessica and her parents to a celebratory lunch—a humiliating public spectacle that resulted in Jessica storming out of the restaurant in a fury of designer silk and offended vanity.
My phone rang at 3:15 PM. It was William.
I let it ring out to voicemail twice before swiping to answer on the third attempt, ensuring my voice sounded appropriately weak, breathy, and disoriented from my post-surgery recovery.
"Eleanor," William barked without preamble. His usual crisp, authoritative executive tone was replaced by a shrill, frantic edge. "What the hell is going on with our corporate accounts?"
"William?" I asked feebly, pausing to let out a staged, rattling cough. "Is that you? I... I was sleeping. My hip has been throbbing terribly today."
"Don't play games with me, Eleanor!" he shouted, the sound of rustling papers and a slammed door echoing through the receiver. "Some bureaucrat at First Texas Bank just informed me that our primary operating accounts—including my discretionary venture capital fund—have been locked under a court-ordered freeze! My CFO is having a panic attack in my office, and our payroll clearance for Friday is completely paralyzed!"
I let out a soft, trembling sigh. "Freezed? Oh dear. Did you speak with our accountant, Arthur? I told you last month we needed to review the quarterly tax filings, but you said you were handling all the financial restructuring yourself."
"I am handling it!" William yelled, losing whatever shred of composure he had left. "This isn't a tax glitch! The injunction cites an irrevocable trust holding primary equity interest, filed under a code name I’ve never even seen before! My divorce attorney says it looks like a hostile takeover of my own company! Who authorized this?!"
"Well, William," I murmured, my voice dropping into a tone of gentle, maternal pity. "You always told me that running a multimillion-dollar company required intense vigilance. Perhaps you simply missed a signature somewhere. You were always so easily distracted by... newer, shinier things."
There was a dead, suffocating silence on the other end of the line. I could practically hear the gears turning in his head as the terrifying implications of my words collided with his blinding arrogance.
"You," he whispered, the rage draining out of him, replaced by a sudden, icy wave of dread. "You did this. While you were sitting in this house playing the invalid, you moved the chess pieces."
"I simply organized my estate, William," I replied sweetly. "After all, at seventy-three, a woman has to look out for her retirement security, doesn't she? Especially when her husband decides to trade her in for a younger model in a red dress."
"I am coming over there right now," he snarled.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I advised smoothly. "The Dallas Police Department served a restraining order prohibiting you from approaching within five hundred feet of this property as part of the emergency asset-protection filing. If you cross our gates, the county sheriff will be happy to explain the terms to you in a holding cell."
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Before he could scream another profanity, I tapped the red end-call button, cutting the connection.
I tossed the burner phone onto the nightstand, leaned back against my plush pillows, and took a slow, deeply satisfying sip of my tea. The trap had snapped shut on his ankles. Now came the fun part.
