Part 3: The Boardroom Raid
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the executive boardroom at Harrington Commercial was completely surrounded.
Three plainclothes federal investigators from the financial crimes task force stood by the main glass entrance.
Richard Harrington sat at the head of the mahogany table, his white shirt wrinkled, his hands shaking violently.
Vanessa stood beside him, her expensive designer jewelry looking useless under the cold, clinical fluorescent lights.
"You cannot execute a corporate seizure without a prior notification period, Harrison!" Richard shouted desperately.
"My real estate firm holds an exclusive structural waiver backed by the regional development fund!"
"The waiver was officially dissolved by the state attorney general at midnight, Richard," I said, entering.
I stood behind Harrison, my posture tall and unyielding, holding a copy of the federal grand jury indictments.
Naomi Pierce connected her secure data terminal to the main projection display, illuminating forty pages of logs.
The grand digital monitors lit up instantly, displaying a live tracking stream of their unredacted transaction summaries.
The files didn't detail standard construction costs or regular business expenses for the penthouse property.
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They showed a sequence of sixty illegal wire transfers designed to hide millions from the marital estate.
Every single transfer Richard had authorized from his office computer carried an automated tracking watermark.
