Chapter 5 - The Locked-Down Fortress
The automated security shutters slammed down over the glass front doors with a deafening metallic crash.
The heavy steel bars dropped into place across every window on the ground floor.
The lobby lights flickered once, then stabilized, casting a harsh, clinical glow over the marble floor.
Sterling Dunore’s arrogant smirk vanished instantly.
He staggered backward a half-step, his legal counsel grabbing his elbow in sudden panic.
“Mr. Castellano—Emmett—this is completely irregular!” Dunore protested, his voice cracking as he forced a nervous laugh. “You can’t lock down a commercial facility without a court order! We have legal rights!”
Emmett walked slowly toward the executive, his hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his charcoal wool overcoat.
“Rights?” Emmett repeated, his voice smooth and lethally quiet. “Mr. Dunore, thirty minutes ago you tried to evict a dying seventy-nine-year-old woman from her nursing home to cover up three years of embezzlement.”
Dunore paled visibly.
He glanced sideways at Cade Branick, who was still pinned against the marble pillar by Gio.
“I—I don't know what you’re talking about,” Dunore stammered, sweating profusely despite the chill in the room. “That’s an internal HR matter. It has nothing to do with the acquisition contract!”
“Everything in this building belongs to me as of four o’clock today,” Emmett corrected him softly. “Which means you are no longer an executive, Dunore. You are an employee whose contract has just been terminated with cause.”
Emmett stopped two feet away from Dunore, towering over him.
“Gio,” Emmett called out.
“Got the ledgers, Boss,” Gio replied, jogging down the stairs from the second-floor mezzanine carrying a heavy cardboard banker’s box overflowing with files and encrypted hard drives.
Gio slammed the box down hard onto the reception counter right beside me.
Papers spilled out across the polished wood.
Emmett didn’t even look at the box.
His cold, gray eyes remained locked onto Dunore’s terrified face.
“Open it,” Emmett commanded.
Gio kicked the side of the box open further, revealing the original financial audits signed by Thomas Vance three years ago—alongside the forged signatures authorized by Sterling Dunore.
I stared at the documents, my chest heaving as the absolute proof of my father’s innocence lay spread out before me.
“You framed him,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a rage I had kept bottled up for three agonizing years. “You killed him just as surely as if you pulled the trigger.”
Dunore sneered, attempting to regain his composure.
“He was a weak accountant who couldn't handle the pressure!” Dunore snapped defensively. “He took the fall because that’s what clerks are paid to do!”
Before Dunore could say another word, Emmett’s hand lashed out with terrifying speed.
He grabbed Dunore by the silk lapels of his expensive suit and hoisted him off the floor with one arm.
Dunore choked out a gurgling sound, his legs dangling in the air, his eyes bulging in sheer terror.
“You talk about weakness, Dunore?” Emmett murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, frozen rumble that made everyone in the lobby stop breathing. “You spent thirty years hiding behind lawyers and boardrooms while men like Thomas Vance bled for your sins.”
Emmett tightened his grip.
“Gio,” Emmett snarled. “Call the federal prosecutor. Tell him the Ashford Landing audit is complete. And send the city police to arrest everyone on the sixth-floor board of directors.”
“On it, Boss,” Gio grinned, pulling out his encrypted phone.
I stood behind the reception counter, watching the man who had walked into the building as a quiet buyer transform into an avenging king.
My father’s name was finally being cleared.
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And the nightmare was coming to an end.
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