Chapter 17
Chapter 17: The Letter from Cell 402
Wednesday morning, an anonymous envelope appeared on my desk. Inside was only a crumpled piece of paper with a few hastily scribbled lines.
"Do you think you've won, Elena? Uncle Arthur holds the key to stripping everything from you. Look closely at the Cayman trust fund. Enjoy the throne while you still can." - J.
Jackson. Even locked behind iron bars, he still wanted to drag me down into the mud.
I didn't panic. The Elena of a year ago might have cried and called her lawyer, but the current Elena only offered a cold smile. I picked up the intercom and called Marcus—the head of cybersecurity, a man I personally hired and who was loyal only to me.
"Marcus, check all of Arthur Voss's transactions over the past 72 hours. Pay special attention to any cash flow heading toward the Cayman Islands," I ordered.
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Less than four hours later, Marcus placed a file on my desk. Arthur had secretly mortgaged 15% of his shares for cash, funneled through a chain of shell companies. He was preparing to execute a hostile takeover at the upcoming board meeting.
He thought I was a crippled lamb. He was wrong.
