Chapter 14 - THE COUNTERATTACK
Martin filed before sunrise.
By nine, his attorneys were asking a judge to prohibit me from contacting lenders, banks, or company officers without board approval.
Their evidence included my emergency fraud call.
The edited video.
Margaret’s affidavit accusing Irene of theft.
Carla’s affidavit claiming she broke the safe only after Irene refused to return “family property.”
And the proxy bearing my signature.
My attorney, Rachel Sloan, read the filing twice.
“He’s not trying to win the whole case today,” she said. “He’s trying to make the current arrangement permanent enough to finish whatever he started.”
Irene sat beside me.
Her bruises were turning yellow around the edges.
“He’ll keep using the suitcase.”
“Yes,” Rachel said.
“Then use Austin’s video.”
“We will.”
The problem was that our strongest evidence lived in separate boxes.
The video proved assault and the safe attack.
The access log suggested Martin entered.
The Halberd record connected his account to the override.
The financial records showed suspicious money.
None alone proved the entire conspiracy.
That was exactly why Martin had built it this way.
Then another blow landed.
Aaron Pike called.
The home-security cloud archive had been remotely purged overnight.
Not just the 1:32 entry.
Three months of access history.
The local hub still contained fragments, including Martin’s entry, but the full comparison record was gone.
“Who had purge authority?” Rachel asked.
Aaron gave us four administrative entities.
Halberd Security.
My old family-office account.
Vale Legal Group.
And the security vendor’s central administrator.
Martin’s lawyers immediately claimed the deletion could have been routine corruption caused by Carla’s hammer damage.
Aaron disagreed.
But disagreement wasn't proof.
I felt the case slipping into mud.
Every clear fact grew an alternate explanation.
Then Detective Brooks called.
The prosecutor had reviewed my original recording.
Margaret and Carla would face charges related to the assault and unlawful entry.
But the financial conspiracy required more investigation.
“They're not walking away,” Brooks said. “But don't confuse charges with answers.”
I didn't.
That afternoon, the judge issued a temporary order.
I was barred from directing company finances for ten days.
Martin could continue advising the board but could not authorize payments to Alder Crest.
Margaret retained disputed voting control.
No one had won.
Except the clock.
Our operating line remained frozen.
Contractors were demanding payment.
The lender set a hearing on default remedies.
Ten days.
Martin didn't need to prove the proxy forever.
He needed it to survive long enough for the company to bleed.
As we left court, he passed me in the hallway.
“You could end this,” he murmured.
“How?”
“Stop fighting your family.”
I looked at him.
“You assaulted the wrong person.”
He smiled.
“I never touched Irene.”
That was his favorite distinction.
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And I was beginning to think he had built his entire life around never being the hand people saw.
📖 Martin erased records and tightened control without ever touching Irene, but the first forensic examination of my signature finally showed us how he had manufactured me. 👇
