Chapter 4 - The Legal Firestorm
"He might not be able to fight you alone, Mr. Vance, but he isn't alone anymore."
A sharp, firm voice echoed from the doorway. We all turned to see a woman in a sharp navy-blue pantsuit standing in the entrance. She had dark hair tied back in a neat bun, piercing eyes, and carried a thick file under her arm.
"And who might you be?" Vance asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Clara Sterling," she replied, stepping into the room and extending an arm to show her badge. "Senior Legal Advocate with the State Attorney General’s Special Victims and Corporate Fraud Division. And as of twenty minutes ago, I have been designated as Emily Waverly’s court-appointed independent legal representative."
Vance’s smug expression wavered for a split second. "This is a private family matter, Ms. Sterling. The state has no jurisdiction here."
"A poisoned woman in an ICU bed with chemical restraint marks and a toxicology report showing illegal levels of unprescribed narcotics is not a 'family matter,' Mr. Vance," Clara said with lethal precision. "It is an ongoing criminal investigation."
She pulled a paper from her folder and handed a copy to Vance. "This is an emergency ex-parte protective order signed by Federal Judge Harrison. It revokes Derek Waverly’s medical power of attorney effective immediately due to an active conflict of interest and criminal investigation. Furthermore, a temporary restraining order has been issued against Vivian, Derek, and all employees of Waverly Transit. If you or your private guards take one step closer to this bed, I will have the Federal Marshals standing in the hallway arrest you for witness intimidation."
Vance’s jaw tightened. He looked at the paper, then at Clara, and finally at me. The arrogance had vanished, replaced by cold, calculating malice.
"This is a mistake, Sterling," Vance said quietly, slipping the paper into his briefcase. "You're building a case on the word of an unstable, medicated woman."
"We'll let a jury decide that," Clara replied coldly. "Now get out of my client's room before I call the Marshals."
Vance turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his security guards following close behind like defeated dogs.
I let out a long breath I felt like I had been holding since 3:00 AM. I turned to Clara. "How did you get here? Who called the Attorney General?"
Clara offered a slight, sympathetic smile. "Dr. Reynolds called our hotline early this morning. When a hospital reports forced drugging and potential corporate confinement involving a family as powerful as the Waverlys, we take it very seriously. Mr. Mercer, your daughter isn't just a victim of domestic abuse. She was sitting on top of a massive financial conspiracy."
"She told me about the offshore accounts," I said, looking back at Emily, who was watching us with wide, hopeful eyes.
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"We've been quietly investigating Waverly Transit for six months," Clara explained, pulling a chair up. "We knew they were falsifying shipping logs and hiding money, but we lacked internal access. Emily has the key. But you need to understand, Tom... they are going to play extremely dirty. They will try to ruin you financially, destroy your reputation, and use every loophole in the law to crush you before this goes to trial."
"They can try," I said, my voice steady and hard as granite. "They broke my truck, and they tried to break my daughter. But they don't know who they're dealing with."
