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Chapter 10 - The Faceoff in Records

"You," Tabitha gasped, dropping her coffee onto the linoleum floor.

She turned to scream for the guards outside, but I moved faster than lightning. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the lapel of her tailored blazer, and slammed the door shut, locking the deadbolt with my free hand.

"Not a sound, Tabitha," I snarled, my face inches from hers.

"You're dead, Austin!" she hissed, trying to claw at my face with her good hand. "You're a fugitive! Dad has the whole county locked down! You think anyone is going to believe you?"

"They don't have to believe me," Willa stepped out from behind the steel shelving, holding her phone directly in Tabitha's face, streaming live on three major social media platforms. "Over ten thousand people are watching this right now, cousin."

Tabitha’s face drained of every drop of color. "Turn that off!"

"Look at this, Tabitha," Evelyn Cross stepped forward, presenting the red-stamped audit notification. "This is a direct subpoena from the State Attorney General's Office. Your offshore accounts in the Caymans have already been frozen as of six-fifteen this morning."

"You're bluffing," Tabitha sneered, though her voice wavered. "Dad owns this town. He owns Higgins. He owns the board."

"He doesn't own Justice Elena Morales," a calm, commanding voice echoed from the private inner office of the records room.

The inner mahogany door opened, and Justice Morales walked out, flanked by four armed Federal Marshals in tactical gear.

Tabitha stumbled back against the file cabinets, clutching her cast to her chest. "Justice Morales... this is a private family matter..."

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"Attempted murder of a minor to seize corporate equity is not a family matter, Ms. Vance," Justice Morales said with absolute steel in her voice. "Marshals, take her into custody."

Before the handcuffs could even click around Tabitha's wrists, the fire alarm in the building began to blare.

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