Harrison, the estate attorney, looked like a man who had just realized he was standing on a landmine. He hastily, frantically gathered his useless legal papers, shoving them into his briefcase with trembling hands, desperate to distance himself from the radioactive fraud he had just unknowingly facilitated.
Melissa stood frozen against the wall, staring at me as if she were looking at a demon summoned from the floorboards. Her polished, arrogant veneer had entirely evaporated.
A heavy-set nurse looked at her gently, but firmly grabbed her arm. “Ma’am, you need to wait outside. Please.”
Melissa glanced toward the bed. Victor, amidst the flurry of medical staff tearing open his gown, managed to turn his head slightly. He met her gaze and gave the smallest, most defeated nod I had ever witnessed before his eyes rolled back into his head, succumbing to the darkness of his failing organs.
As Melissa stumbled out into the hallway, leaving her precious crocodile Hermès bag knocked over and forgotten on the floor, the horrifying reality of her new life began to set in.
Three days later, without ever regaining consciousness, Victor passed away.
The funeral was a remarkably quiet, barren affair. This wasn’t due to a desire for privacy, but because the federal freeze on all of Apex Holdings’ assets, and Victor’s personal accounts, had hit the local news cycles the morning of his death. The titans of industry who had kissed his ring suddenly wanted nothing to do with a man under posthumous federal investigation.
The legal fallout was swift and merciless, exactly as I had orchestrated.
The eight commercial properties he had signed over to Melissa were heavily leveraged. Because they were tied to fraudulent shell companies I had meticulously tracked and exposed, the bank called in the loans immediately. The properties were seized by federal marshals within a fortnight.
Melissa, having signed documents as a trustee and beneficiary of embezzled, untaxed funds, found herself facing severe accessory and money laundering charges. She was forced to liquidate whatever personal jewelry she had left just to afford a mid-tier defense attorney. She vacated her luxury apartment before the eviction notice could even be taped to the door.
