Evelyn: Marcus, drive to the penthouse.
Driver: Right away, Miss Sterling.
Evelyn dialed a private line and held the phone to her ear as the SUV smoothly pulled away from the hotel curb. On the side of the road, Eleanor was being handcuffed while screaming at the news cameras that had already gathered.
Tech Lead: Boss? We saw the livestream of the gala. It was magnificent.
Evelyn: Wipe the servers, delete everything they own.
Tech Lead: Are you sure? Once I trigger the override code, their digital footprint, legal documents, and cloud backups will be permanently erased.
Evelyn: Every single byte. Every offshore trust document, every shell company registry, and every master key. Wipe it all.
Tech Lead: Executing the script now. The Sterling family server farm in Virginia is going completely dark.
Evelyn: What about the property deeds?
Tech Lead: Transferred back to your mother’s original trust three minutes ago. The mansion, the Aspen chalet, and the Miami yacht are officially in your name.
Evelyn: Good. What about Julian's racing team?
Tech Lead: Foreclosed on by the bank due to non-payment of loans. His assets are being auctioned on Monday.
Evelyn: Perfect.
Evelyn leaned back, watching the city lights flash past her tinted window. For three long years, she had lived in hiding, working sixteen-hour days alongside forensic accountants and cybersecurity experts to untangle the web of lies Eleanor had woven after her father's suspicious death.
Her phone chimed with a incoming video call. She tapped the screen to answer. It was her lead defense attorney, Vance.
Vance: Evelyn, the prosecutor just confirmed the bail judge rejected Eleanor and Julian's request for temporary release. They are flight risks.
Evelyn: So they spend the night in county lockup?
Vance: At least the night. Given the scope of the federal indictment, they won't be seeing a bail hearing until late next week.
Evelyn: Excellent work, Vance.
Vance: The press is going wild. Wall Street Journal just published an article about the takeover. Sterling Global stock jumped twelve percent in after-hours trading the moment news broke that you took control.
Evelyn: Investors like stability. They knew Eleanor was bleeding the company dry.
Vance: What about the house in the Hamptons?
Evelyn: Put it on the market tomorrow morning. Use the proceeds to fund my mother’s cancer research foundation.
Vance: Understood. What are your plans for tomorrow morning?
Evelyn: I have a meeting with the board at eight o'clock. And then I think I'll visit Eleanor in jail.
Vance: You really want to see her after everything she did?
Evelyn: I promised her she’d be begging for my forgiveness by tomorrow. I intend to keep my promise.