Chapter 12 - The Attorney's Web
I dropped the silver pen onto my desk as if it were burning hot coal.
David had been playing the long game from the very beginning.
He drafted the original property transfer paperwork that Julian used to sell my house.
He intentionally let the system lock us out during the hostile takeover to build my absolute trust in him.
He was the one who triggered the fire alarm at Julian’s secret apartment, not to save me, but to protect his hired hitman from being seen.
David needed Julian and Rachel to initiate the theft so his hands remained completely clean.
Once the money was frozen in the federal honeypot, David became the sole legal custodian of the recovery trust.
I had practically handed him the keys to my entire financial empire.
My phone buzzed violently on the desk, startling me out of my horrifying realization.
It was David calling, his name flashing across the screen like a poisonous warning.
I took a deep, steadying breath and answered the call, forcing my voice to remain completely calm.
"Maya, are you on your way to the airstrip?" David asked, his tone laced with feigned panic.
"I am packing my car right now, David," I lied smoothly.
"Good, do not speak to the police, and absolutely do not log into your banking portals," he instructed firmly.
He claimed the network was compromised, but I knew he just wanted to keep me blind.
I ended the call and immediately left my house through the concealed basement door.
I did not take my expensive sports car, knowing David likely had a GPS tracker installed on it.
Instead, I walked three miles in the dark to a twenty-four-hour rental car facility and paid in cash.
I needed to find Agent Vance, the only person who could legally freeze David’s access to the recovery trust.
If Vance’s secure line was dead, I had to find him in person.
I drove to the downtown FBI field office, parking across the street in the shadows of an old parking garage.
I waited in the cold car for over an hour, watching the federal agents cycle in and out of the building.
Finally, I spotted Vance walking out of the glass doors, carrying a heavy cardboard box filled with files.
He looked completely exhausted, his tie loosened and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
I stepped out of the rental car and quickly intercepted him before he could reach his vehicle.
"Agent Vance, I need your help right now," I said urgently.
Vance looked at me with a mixture of profound shock and deep sorrow.
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"Maya, you need to walk away right now," Vance warned me quietly.
"I was just forcefully terminated from the bureau, and your thirty million dollars is already gone."
