Part 5: The Digital Lockdown
The echoes of the federal asset liquidation still vibrated through the glass corridors of the Harrington Tower.
Vanessa Kensington was marched toward the waiting elevator bank, her shoulders slumped beneath her expensive wool coat.
Richard Harrington walked right behind her, his expensive silk tie askew as the municipal officers guided his steps.
"You haven't secured the entire perimeter layout, Harrison!" Richard shouted as I stepped into the executive foyer.
"The core capital reserves in our Delaware holding entity are fully insulated from your local compliance dockets!"
I didn't alter my stride, nor did I allow my private security detail to engage with his lawyers.
I pulled out my encrypted mobile terminal, initializing a direct, real-time sweep on their remaining digital network.
"Marcus," I said as my lead forensic trust analyst answered the secure field frequency on the first ring.
"The court order is officially stamped. Initialize the immediate default sequence on their secondary asset pool."
Marcus Bell’s voice boomed through the receiver, crisp, professional, and entirely free of any family hesitation or pity.
"The tracking lines are already synchronized, Harrison," Marcus reported, uploading forty pages of unredacted ledger cards.
"Vanessa just attempted to authorize an emergency three-million-dollar offshore wire transfer from her hidden personal device."
"The system automatically intercepted the file, locking her primary signature token before the transaction could clear."
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I locked my device, my jaw tightening into an iron line of pure, clinical focus as the doors closed.
They genuinely believed that a boardroom eviction was the end of the war, completely blind to the net.
