Chapter 2: The Empire Begins to Crack
Graham lunged toward the phone.
Claire stepped back.
At that exact moment, dozens of black SUVs rolled through the estate gates.
Every security monitor switched to the front entrance.
Federal agents.
Financial investigators.
State police.
Search warrants.
The estate manager rushed into the kitchen.
"Mr. Whitaker!"
"There are officers everywhere!"
"They're seizing the servers!"
Patricia stood abruptly.
"This is impossible."
"Our lawyers—"
Claire interrupted her.
"Already received copies of the warrants."
Another agent appeared at the kitchen doorway.
"Mr. Warren Whitaker."
"Mrs. Patricia Whitaker."
"We have search warrants for this residence and every Whitaker-owned business."
Warren attempted to remain calm.
"You have no proof."
Claire tapped the television again.
The screen displayed hundreds of encrypted files.
Every transfer.
Every offshore account.
Every illegal payment.
Every conversation.
Collected over nearly a year.
"You created the proof yourselves."
One by one, agents entered the room.
No one resisted.
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They already understood.
The Whitaker empire had just begun collapsing.
