Part 3: The Boardroom Confrontation
By 9:00 a.m. the following morning, the central administrative headquarters of Torres Logistics was under total federal block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes task force stood rigidly by the main glass doors.
Doña Carmen sat at the head of the conference table, her high-society mask completely ruined by sudden panic.
Brenda stood beside her, clutching a leather folder that contained a fraudulent parental guardianship contract.
"You cannot legally evict your own mother from the corporate proxy pool, Miguel!" Brenda shrieked desperately.
"The family covenant carries a permanent restriction block that shields our housing interests from your changes!"
"The covenant was officially voided by the state treasury at midnight, Brenda," I said, entering the suite.
I wore an immaculate dark blazer, my posture tall and unyielding, my mind focused entirely on the numbers.
Naomi Pierce, our lead systems analyst, connected her secure drive to the main display, illuminating their hidden ledger.
The grand digital monitors lit up instantly, displaying the unredacted metadata captured from the apartment's smart hub.
The files didn't detail standard family support; they showed the exact hours they had disconnected Valeria’s phone lines.
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"You didn't just ignore my son's fever while I was working overtime to finance your lifestyle, Brenda," I stated.
"You used an unauthorized biometric key to raid our private bedroom terminal to extract the core estate documents."
