Chapter 5 - The Presentation
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My mother glided up to our small circle, holding a glass of champagne in one hand and linking her arm proudly through my father’s.
“Isn't this wonderful?” Mom beamed, looking around the group. “Family all together, talking business, building a bright future for Derek and Mia. Connor was just saying how eager he is to review the investment details!”
Peter Hastings didn't smile. He kept his sharp eyes locked entirely on me.
“Actually, Mrs. Moretti,” Hastings said smoothly, his voice carrying effortlessly across the quiet pocket of the room. “Your son was just about to show me some very interesting documentation regarding your future son-in-law’s business portfolio.”
Derek’s breath hitched. He lunged forward, his voice pitching an octave higher than normal. “Hey, come on now, Peter—we don't need to air preliminary corporate drafts at a family celebration! This is a party, let’s keep it light—”
“Quiet, Derek,” I said. The tone I used wasn't loud, but it carried the cold, absolute authority of a man who held all the cards. He snapped his mouth shut, shrinking back against the edge of the bar.
I reached inside my tuxedo jacket and pulled out a sleek, black leather folder containing the printed financial dossier, court filings, and corporate registry audits I had compiled over the last three days.
I didn't hand it to Derek. I handed it directly to Peter Hastings.
Hastings raised an eyebrow, took the folder, and flipped it open.
My father frowned, stepping closer, his protective instincts finally kicking in—not for me, but for the illusion of family perfection. “Connor, what is the meaning of this? Why are you sabotaging your sister’s engagement night?”
“I’m not sabotaging anything, Dad,” I replied, my voice calm and steady. “I’m simply protecting our family from a fraudster. And protecting a distinguished investor from wasting his time.”
Hastings scanned the first page. His eyes narrowed sharply. Then he turned to the second page, where the public legal records of Derek’s previous bankruptcies, unpaid contractor lawsuits, and civil judgments were neatly highlighted in yellow marker.
The silence around our group became absolute. Several guests nearby stopped talking, sensing the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere.
Hastings slowly closed the folder and looked up at Derek. The expression on the veteran investor's face was terrifyingly cold.
“Derek,” Hastings said quietly. “You told me your last logistics firm was acquired by a major West Coast competitor in a multi-million-dollar buyout.”
Derek stammered, beads of sweat dripping down his neck. “I—I meant that figuratively! The market conditions—!”
“According to these certified court documents from the California Superior Court,” Hastings interrupted, tapping the folder against his palm, “Apex Logistics Solutions was involuntarily dissolved after being hit with six separate breach-of-contract lawsuits for failing to pay employee wages. Furthermore, you have two active civil judgments pending against you for fraudulent misrepresentation.”
The color completely vanished from my father’s face. He turned his head slowly, staring at Derek with wide, horrified eyes.
“Derek... is this true?” Dad demanded, his voice cracking slightly.
Before Derek could stutter out another excuse, Mia appeared at his side, holding the edge of her sparkling engagement dress, her face flushed with humiliation and fury as she realized the crowd was starting to stare.
“What is going on here?!” Mia shrieked, glaring directly at me. “Connor, what did you just do?! Why are you trying to ruin my life?!”
“I’m not ruining your life, Mia,” I said, looking at my sister with genuine pity. “I’m saving you from marrying a man who was planning to bankrupt our parents and use your name as a shield for his next financial scam.”
“You’re a liar!” Mia screamed, tears of rage springing to her eyes. “You’re just jealous because I’m getting married! You couldn't stand not being the center of attention at Mom and Dad’s anniversary, and now you’re doing it again at my engagement party!”
“Am I?” I asked calmly.
I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and pulled up a banking screenshot, turning the screen toward my father.
“Dad,” I said softly. “Ask Derek how much money he quietly asked you to wire into his personal account yesterday morning as a ‘down payment for startup operational costs.’”
My father froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Derek, his voice trembling. “Derek... did you ask for money?”
Derek opened his mouth, but no words came out. He looked trapped, exposed, and entirely cornered.
Peter Hastings adjusted his suit jacket, offered me a respectful nod of appreciation, and turned to my father. “Mr. Moretti, I suggest you consult a litigation attorney before morning. Consider yourself lucky your son did the homework you failed to do.”
With that, Hastings turned on his heel and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of stunned guests.
The ballroom was dead silent.
Mia stood frozen, staring at Derek as the horrifying reality of the situation finally crashed down around her.
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And for the first time in my life, nobody looked at me with disappointment or dismissal.
They looked at me with shock, respect, and the terrifying realization that they had entirely misjudged the man they had spent years pushing to the margins.
