Chapter 5 - The Corporate Guillotine
With the house empty, the cold silence became my weapon. I drove to my corporate headquarters in Monterrey. This was no longer a family dispute; it was a hostile takeover. I gathered my legal team—sharks dressed in Armani who usually dismantled rival contractors. I handed them the forged documents and the financial audits. "I want her bank accounts frozen by noon. I want her creditors notified of her insolvency. And I want the private investigator to find the notary who stamped this fraudulent petition." For the first time since Fernanda died, I wasn't just surviving. I was hunting.
