Chapter 6 - The Freeze
At 9:00 AM the following morning, the Mercer Development executive boardroom on the forty-fourth floor of the Transbay Tower was prepared for a crisis meeting.
Daniel had called an emergency session of the board. He had his arm secured in a black silk sling that matched his designer suit. He sat at the head of the long glass table, surrounded by his handpicked sycophants: Todd Bradley, his CFO who signed whatever was slid across his desk; and Evelyn, who occupied an honorary seat on the advisory council.
Daniel looked pale, but he had plastered on his polished executive grin. Two major institutional investors were present via teleconference on the high-definition wall screens.
“Gentlemen,” Daniel said, his voice resonant with practiced gravity. “Thank you for joining on short notice. As you may have read in the morning press, I was involved in a minor traffic incident. Regrettably, some malicious rumors have circulated regarding corporate financial restructuring. I called this meeting to assure you that Project Bayside remains fully capitalized, and we are moving forward with ground-breaking next month.”
“That’s fascinating, Daniel,” I said, opening the heavy frosted-glass doors at the end of the room.
Every head swung around.
Daniel went chalk-white. Todd Bradley choked on his coffee.
I walked in slowly, wearing an ivory wool coat left unbuttoned over my black maternity dress. Behind me walked Marcus Vance and two forensic auditors carrying aluminum cases.
“Claire,” Daniel stammered, half-rising from his chair before catching himself. “This is a closed executive session. You can’t just walk in here—”
“I own forty-two percent of the voting equity, Daniel,” I said, walking to the foot of the table. “And under Section 14-B of the corporate charter, any shareholder with over thirty-five percent voting power may call an unannounced forensic audit if there is a prima facie case of corporate asset commingling.”
Evelyn slammed her palm on the glass. “This is outrageous! Remove her! Security!”
“Security works for the building, Evelyn, and the lease on this floor is held by the Mercer Family Trust, of which I am the sole surviving trustee,” I replied calmly.
Marcus Vance opened his briefcase and distributed thick bound dossiers to the two board members and the video conference camera.
“At 6:30 this morning,” Marcus announced in his booming courtroom cadence, “the Superior Court of California issued an emergency ex parte freezing injunction on all operating, capital, and escrow accounts associated with Mercer Development, Project Bayside LLC, and Cole Logistics.”
Todd Bradley’s face turned gray. He looked at Daniel. “Daniel... what is he talking about? Our payroll clears at noon! The construction bonds for Bayside—”
“Are void,” I cut in. “Because the collateral Daniel posted was based on forged deeds belonging to my family’s trust. Furthermore, the Delaware Department of Justice has initiated an investigation into seventy-two shell entities used to siphon investor funds into personal holdings.”
Daniel slammed his good fist onto the table. “She’s lying! She’s an emotionally unstable spouse filing for divorce! She has no authority to freeze operations!”
“Look at page twelve, Todd,” I said, looking straight at the terrified CFO. “Your electronic signature is stamped on seven transfers to an entity called Silver Creek Holdings in George Town, Cayman Islands. Did Daniel tell you that Silver Creek is an unlisted annuity in Evelyn Mercer’s maiden name? Or did he tell you it was an overseas concrete supplier?”
Todd looked down at the document. His hands began to shake violently. He pushed his chair back from the table as if Daniel were radioactive.
“Daniel... you told me that was an offshore material guarantee,” Todd stammered. “You swore the board cleared it!”
“Shut up, Todd!” Daniel snarled, his eyes bulging. “Shut your mouth!”
“He won't shut up, Daniel,” I said softly. “Because Marcus has already filed Todd’s proffer agreement with the United States Attorney’s Office. Todd is singing. And so is Vanessa Cole.”
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When Daniel heard that name, the last vestige of his corporate arrogance withered. His knees gave out, and he sank heavily back into his leather chair, staring at me as if looking at a ghost.
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