Chapter 3 - The Trap is Set
It was 3:00 AM. I didn't sleep. Instead, I called Elias Thorne. Thorne was a ruthless, high-priced trust attorney who handled military contracts on the side. He owed me a favor from my time in logistics.
By 6:00 AM, Thorne was sitting in the hospital cafeteria with me, reviewing the deed, the ledger, and the grandfather's note.
"This clause is ironclad," Thorne said, his eyes widening as he read the Vance Family Endowment paperwork. "His grandmother put this in to protect the family name from scandal. Endangering a dependent minor triggers an immediate, non-revocable transfer of the trust to the child's guardian. You."
"How fast can we execute it?" I asked, sipping black coffee.
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"By tomorrow morning. But Marcus won't know until he tries to access the funds," Thorne smiled, a predatory gleam in his eye. "I'm freezing everything. The commercial properties, the private firm, the offshore accounts. He's going to wake up in Whistler a very broke man."
"Do it," I said. "Take it all."
