Chapter 6 - Financial Execution
By seven o'clock the following morning, my executive legal team had converted the top-floor boardroom of my corporate headquarters into a war room. Five senior attorneys, three forensic accountants, and two private investigators sat around a oval glass table covered with financial spreadsheets, property titles, and corporate registry filings.
Sofía and Elena were resting in a private executive suite on the floor below, protected by round-the-clock security personnel. For the first time in three years, my daughter had slept in a clean, soft bed, holding her mother's hand throughout the night.
Daniel Mercer tossed a thick blue folder onto the table in front of me.
"Ricardo, the preliminary financial audit is far worse than we anticipated," Daniel said grimly, pulling up a series of financial diagrams on the room's main display screen. "Beatriz didn't just steal your daughter's child support. Over the past five years, she executed unauthorized transfers from your primary holding company using forged corporate resolutions."
"How much?" I asked, sipping black coffee.
"To date? Approximately forty-two million pesos," Daniel revealed. "She used your personal line of credit as collateral to secure high-interest private loans, which she then funneled into failed offshore speculative investments and high- stakes private gambling rings in Panama."
My lead accountant, Marcos, tapped his tablet screen. "Furthermore, the main family estate—the house where your mother lives—was actually placed under a corporate mortgage six months ago. She defaulted on the secondary payment last month. The bank is seventy-two hours away from issuing an eviction notice."
I stared at the screen, analyzing the web of deceit my mother had constructed. She had spent decades maintaining the illusion of aristocratic perfection, living like royalty while secretly bankrupting the family empire and destroying human lives to cover her tracks.
"Where are the primary liquid assets stored currently?" I inquired coldly.
"She managed to consolidate twelve million pesos into a single private account at Banco Occidental," Daniel explained. "She intended to wire those funds to a Swiss account tomorrow morning to prevent you from reclaiming them once the scandal broke."
"Not tomorrow," I said, leaning forward. "Now. Daniel, execute the emergency judicial freeze based on the child support embezzlement ledger we recovered from her safe last night."
"The order is ready, Ricardo," Daniel nodded. "Judge Morales signed the temporary asset injunction forty minutes ago. The moment Banco Occidental opens its doors at nine o'clock, every credit line, bank account, and corporate card associated with Beatriz Salazar will be completely locked."
"And the house?" I asked.
"The deed to the main estate is held under Willow Holdings—a subsidiary of your firm," Marcos clarified. "Technically, you own the land. Your mother resides there under a revocable occupancy permit."
I stood up, adjusting my tie. "Revoke it."
Daniel looked up in surprise. "Ricardo... you're going to evict your own mother?"
"She locked my daughter in a tool shed for three years, Daniel," I said, my voice level and unyielding. "She stripped my wife of her dignity and drove her into poverty. My mother is about to learn what it feels like to have the ground pulled out from beneath her feet."
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"And what about the criminal charges?" Daniel asked.
"File them all," I commanded. "Child abuse, grand larceny, forgery, and false imprisonment. Let her lawyers try to fix this when she doesn't have a single peso left to pay them."
