Chapter 4 - The Corporate Setup
The cold air in the warehouse felt suffocating as I stared at the financial ledgers.
Kenneth had used my blind trust and devotion to forge my signature on dozens of corporate equity transfers.
Marcus, as the Chief Operating Officer, had approved every single fraudulent transaction.
They were literally hours away from stealing the company my grandfather had built from scratch.
"We have to stop the board meeting," I told Vincent, pacing across the concrete floor.
"If I show up at the corporate headquarters, the police will arrest me on sight," I realized with a heavy sigh.
Vincent pulled out a secure laptop and began tracing the offshore routing numbers.
"There is a digital kill switch for these transfers," Vincent explained, typing rapidly.
"But it requires the physical security token that your brother Justin carries."
I needed to contact Justin, but I knew his phone was likely tapped by the police or Marcus's men.
I used Vincent's encrypted burner phone to call a secret number Justin and I had established when our father passed away.
Justin picked up on the second ring, sounding frantic and exhausted.
"Sabrina, where are you?" he demanded.
"I am safe, but I need you to listen to me very carefully," I instructed.
I explained the entire embezzlement scheme and Marcus's horrific betrayal.
I also told him about the medical documents proving Kenneth had robbed me of my ability to have children.
Justin was completely silent for a long time.
When he finally spoke, his voice was trembling with pure, unadulterated rage.
"I am going to kill him," Justin vowed.
"We are going to destroy him legally, but I need your security token first," I said.
We agreed to meet at an underground parking garage near the city center in exactly one hour.
I borrowed a dark hoodie and a baseball cap from Vincent to disguise myself.
I left my car at the warehouse and took a local city bus to the meeting spot to avoid license plate readers.
The underground garage was dark, damp, and completely deserted at this early hour.
I stood behind a concrete pillar, waiting for Justin's familiar silver sedan to arrive.
A car slowly pulled around the corner, its headlights cutting blindingly through the darkness.
But it wasn't Justin's silver sedan.
It was a black SUV with tinted windows.
The doors swung open, and three men in suits stepped out, completely blocking my only exit.
Maya, my sister-in-law, stepped out of the passenger side, still wearing her hospital wristband and walking with a painful limp.
She pointed a shaking finger directly at me.
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"There she is," Maya told the men.
"Grab her before she ruins everything."
