Chapter 9 - The Subpoena
At 7:00 a.m., Special Agent Reeves returned to my room, carrying a fresh cup of coffee and a thick sheaf of legal papers.
“Morning, Ms. Morgan. You look like you haven't slept,” Reeves noted, pulling up a chair.
“I haven't,” I said bluntly, handing him the leather journal and the trust document I had found the night before. “Read that, Agent Reeves. Tell me what you see.”
Reeves flipped through the pages, his professional composure slowly cracking as he read the financial disclosures linking my grandfather’s trust directly to Viktor Vance’s offshore accounts.
“Where did you get this?” Reeves asked sharply.
“My mother was here last night. She dropped it off before begging me to save her family from prison,” I said bitterly. “Agent Reeves, my company… my money… it wasn’t clean. Was I just a pawn in their laundering machine from the very beginning?”
Reeves exhaled heavily, setting the papers down. “It’s worse than you think, Claire. Two hours ago, Viktor Vance’s legal team filed an emergency motion in federal court. They aren't just defending Ethan against corporate fraud charges. They’ve submitted a counter-claim asserting that your entire corporate portfolio legally belongs to Meridian Holdings as recovered assets from an unregistered family trust.”
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My breath hitched. “They’re trying to strip me of everything I own?”
“Not just your assets,” Reeves warned gravely. “Because you legally own the corporate shell they used to channel fifty million dollars in syndicate funds, the federal prosecutor’s office is expanding their investigation. Right now, you aren't just the victim—the automated federal compliance software lists you as a co-conspirator.”
