Chapter 2: The Knock at the Door The knock came exactly eleven minutes later. Three slow knocks. Not loud. Not aggressive. Precise. Professional. The kind of knock that belonged to people who never needed to force a door open because the law did it for them. Adrian barely looked up. "Someone get that," he called from the grand staircase while handing another glass of champagne to one of his investors. Nobody moved. The butler opened the massive oak door instead. Four people stepped inside. Two attorneys. One federal compliance officer. One court-appointed financial administrator. Every conversation in the ballroom stopped. The jazz music continued playing, strangely cheerful against the sudden silence. "Mr. Adrian Cross?" Adrian smiled confidently. "That's me." "We're here to serve notice regarding the immediate execution of Resolution 47-A under the Cross Capital Holding Agreement." His smile didn't disappear. It merely paused. "I'm afraid you've made a mistake." The lead attorney handed him a thick folder. "No mistake, sir." "You ceased to be controlling shareholder twelve minutes ago." The room laughed. Someone assumed it was a joke. Adrian laughed too. Until he opened the first page. His face drained of color. "No..." He flipped another page. Another. Another. Every signature was genuine. Every authorization had been legally executed. Every clause carried his own signature from years earlier. The same documents he had dismissed as "boring legal paperwork." Behind him... his phone vibrated. Then another. Then another. His chief financial officer. His general counsel. His bank. His private equity partners. None of them were calling to congratulate him. Across the room, Vanessa quietly set down her champagne glass. For the first time that evening... she looked frightened. From upstairs... I heard every word. Without leaving my bed.

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