Chapter 6 - When The Police Arrived With Restraining Orders And Eviction Notices
Within forty-eight hours of the incident in the kitchen, the full weight of the legal system descended upon Alejandro and his family like an avalanche.
While Teresa sat in a holding cell at the 4th Territorial Delegation awaiting her formal arraignment, my legal team executed an emergency Injunction for Protection Against Domestic Harassment and Financial Coercion through the Family Court of Mexico City.
Judge Veronica Alvarez, having watched the crystal-clear video of Teresa tearing my clothes while Alejandro stood by approvingly, signed the order without hesitation.
The injunction established a strict one-thousand-meter restraining perimeter around:
My person.
The Lomas de Chapultepec residence.
Every single one of Ruta Norte Logística’s thirty-four regional distribution hubs, terminals, and corporate offices across Mexico.
Any violation of this perimeter would trigger an automatic, non-bailable ninety-day incarceration for criminal contempt.
Meanwhile, Alejandro had spent the last two nights sleeping on the stained sofa of a cheap motel near the Northern Bus Terminal, using the remaining cash in his wallet to buy instant noodles and bottled water.
At seven o'clock on Thursday morning, a heavy knock pounded against his motel room door.
Alejandro stumbled out of the unwashed sheets, rubbing his bloodshot eyes, hoping against hope that Mariana had sent someone to bring him home.
He opened the door.
Standing in the dingy hallway were two court bailiffs accompanied by Commander Morales.
“Alejandro Gomez?” the lead bailiff asked, holding a thick stack of blue legal folders.
“Yes... yes, that’s me,” Alejandro croaked, his throat dry and hoarse.
“You are formally served with the following judicial decrees,” the bailiff stated, thrusting the documents into Alejandro’s hands:
“First: An emergency temporary restraining order barring all physical, electronic, telephonic, or third-party contact with Mariana Hart.”
“Second: A formal summons for the preliminary hearing on corporate embezzlement charges filed by the Federal Special Prosecutor for Financial Crimes in the amount of $412,000 USD.”
“Third: An emergency writ of preliminary asset attachment freezing all individual banking, brokerage, and savings accounts held under the name of Alejandro Gomez or T-Gomez Logistics LLC.”
Alejandro dropped the papers onto the motel bed, clutching his head in absolute agony.
“Frozen?!” Alejandro gasped. “You froze my personal checking account? How am I supposed to eat?! How am I supposed to hire a lawyer to get my mother out of jail?!”
“Under Section 109 of the Commercial Code,” Commander Morales replied without a flicker of emotion, “assets reasonably suspected of being the direct proceeds of corporate embezzlement are subject to immediate pre-trial custodial freezing. If you require legal counsel, you may apply for a state-appointed public defender at the municipal courthouse.”
The bailiffs turned and walked down the creaky motel corridor.
Alejandro fell to his knees on the stained linoleum floor, clutching his stomach as the crushing reality of his situation settled in.
He had no money.
He had no car.
He had no home.
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He had no executive network.
The golden life he had spent eight years taking for granted had evaporated in less than seventy-two hours.
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