Part 3: The Boardroom Audit
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central administrative center at Mercer Ventures was completely locked down.
Marla sat at the head of the glass conference table, her expensive jewelry looking useless under the neon fixtures.
Paige stood beside her, clutching a leather folder that contained a fraudulent property extension contract.
"You cannot legally evict your own family from the corporate proxy pool, Ryan," Marla announced smoothly, adjusting her cuffs.
"The founding documents carry a permanent parental restriction block that shields our voting interests from your changes."
"The restriction block was officially dissolved by the state treasury at midnight, Mother," I said, entering the suite.
I wore an immaculate dark blazer, my posture tall and unyielding, my mind focused entirely on the numbers.
Naomi Pierce, our lead systems analyst, connected her secure drive to the main projection display along the wall.
The grand digital monitors lit up instantly, displaying the unredacted hospital medical registry and physical screen data.
The files didn't detail standard family expenses; they showed the exact bruising pattern Paige had left on Nora’s arm.
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"You didn't just insult my wife while I was working overtime to finance your lifestyle, Paige," I stated coldly.
"You used an unauthorized key to raid our private bedroom terminal to extract the blue estate envelope."
