Part 16: The Capital Protection
Six months later, the crisp autumn wind had turned the leaves of the garden into brilliant shades of red.
The main terminal office was quiet, the systems running on an automated, encrypted loop.
I sat behind my new mahogany desk, reviewing the updated balance sheets for the logistics firm.
Our assets were radiant, entirely free of the debts and liabilities the Voss family had left behind.
Then, the private elevator doors at the end of the foyer clicked open with a soft, electronic chime.
A young woman stepped out, wearing a simple wool coat and carrying a small, fabric shipping bag.
It was Clara, the laboratory technician who had verified my late husband's medical records.
She looked around the empty office nervously, her fingers clutching the strap of her bag tightly.
"Mrs. Voss... Sarah," she whispered, her voice laced with sudden, deep anxiety.
I stood up slowly, my discipline keeping my pulse completely steady under my blazer.
"What is it, Clara? Is there an issue with the baseline testing archives?"
"The archives are secure," she said, stepping up to my desk and placing the fabric bag on the wood.
"But Ryan’s defense team just submitted a sub-contractor list to the regional appellate judge."
"They are claiming that the original funds used to build this office were diverted from a city easement."
I kept my face perfectly still, my eyes narrowing into two slits of cold, focused light.
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"The funding was verified by the compliance board three years ago, Clara," I said.
"They found a secondary signature, Sarah," she whispered. "One that belongs to your late husband's father."
