If you come near these children again, I will call the police, Adrian, Maya whispered, her hands trembling as she pulled the double stroller back.
I stormed out of Brody’s office, my mind racing, Pilsen the only word echoing in my head. I pulled out my phone, intending to call Agent Cruz, but before I could dial, an alert flashed across the screen.
BANK OF CHICAGO: Alert. Account 789-543-21 frozen. Contact your branch manager immediately.
My blood ran cold. I dismissed it, thinking it might be a mistake, a technical glitch. I tried my corporate card for a quick coffee. Declined. Then another alert.
MORETTI SYNDICATE INTERNAL MEMORANDUM: Effective immediately, all executive access to Adrian Moretti’s corporate accounts and digital credentials revoked per emergency board resolution.
Julian. He had moved. And he was fast.
I rushed back to my car, my hands fumbling for the keys. I needed access to my private accounts, the ones not directly linked to the syndicate, the ones I thought were untouchable. I pulled up my banking app. All account balances: zero. Not just frozen, but emptied. Every cent.
A new email pinged. It was from the syndicate’s legal department.
SUBJECT: Urgent Internal Audit – Embezzlement Inquiry
The email detailed an immediate, comprehensive audit of all my financial activities within the Moretti syndicate, citing “suspicious transfers” totaling over $12 million. The accusation was blatant, and utterly false. But the implication was clear: I was being framed. Julian wasn’t just cutting me off; he was making sure I’d be tied up in legal battles, painted as a thief, unable to fight back.
I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. Two hours. In just two short hours, Julian had systematically dismantled my financial life. My access, my funds, my reputation—all gone. He was trying to cripple me, leave me penniless and isolated, just like he had done to Maya. The irony burned.
I was locked out, effectively disinherited, and declared a pariah. This was more than just a power play; it was a personal declaration of war. He thought he had left me with nothing.
He was wrong. He had only given me something new to fight for.
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