Chapter 8 - THE BOARDROOM AMBUSH
The final legal battle was set for the following Tuesday. Kingsley Harbor Group had called an emergency shareholder meeting for the North Pier project, attempting to force the transfer of assets before my injunctions could fully take hold.
"We walk in, we present the fraud evidence to the board, and we walk out," I said, straightening my blazer in the mirror. I looked different. Harder. The frightened single mother was gone; the ruthless corporate litigator had returned.
Vincent stood behind me, adjusting his tie. "Kingsley will have armed men in the building. It's a trap, Nora."
"I know," I said, meeting his eyes in the glass. "But it's a trap for them, too."
We arrived at the downtown high-rise with an army. Marcus and ten of Vincent's best men secured the lobby, the elevators, and the exits. Vincent and I walked into the glass-walled boardroom alone.
Dominic Kingsley, a brutal man with a politician's smile, sat at the head of the table. To his right was Grant.
"Vincent," Kingsley sneered. "And the runaway wife. You've got a lot of nerve showing up here."
"I still own fifty-one percent of this project," Vincent said, pulling out a chair for me before sitting down himself. "And my attorney has the floor."
I didn't sit. I tossed a thick, black binder onto the center of the mahogany table. It hit with a heavy thud.
"Inside that binder," I said, my voice echoing in the silent room, "are the untraceable wire transfers from Kingsley Harbor Group to Cayman Island accounts managed by Grant Harlan. It also contains the unredacted draft emails proving a conspiracy to defraud the state of Pennsylvania, commit corporate espionage, and fund an organized crime syndicate."
Grant stood up, his face purple with rage. "This is inadmissible garbage! You stole those files!"
"I subpoenaed them," I smiled coldly. "An hour ago. The FBI is currently executing a raid on your law firm, Grant. By the time this meeting is over, there will be warrants out for everyone at this table."
Kingsley slammed his fist on the table. "Kill them," he barked at the two armed guards standing by the door.
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But before they could raise their weapons, the glass doors shattered inward. Marcus and a tactical team flooded the room, laser sights pinning Kingsley and his men to their chairs.
Vincent stood up slowly, buttoning his suit jacket. "The meeting is adjourned," he said quietly.
