He opened the company app.
$0. Frozen.
His personal savings.
$0.
His investment portfolio.
Locked.
He called the CFO.
“Why are my accounts showing zero?”
The answer came trembling through the phone: “The trustee initiated an override. Emma.”
Meanwhile, I waited in my penthouse at the Aurora Tower, which I had quietly purchased years earlier through my own investments in crypto and tech stocks Andrew never knew existed.
Andrew ran to his mother. I listened through the smart home security system I had installed.
“She hacked us!” Gloria shrieked.
“She’s the trustee,” Andrew whispered in disbelief.
They stormed to my building, threatening police and lawsuits.
My attorney, Rachel, met them in the lobby with the deed to my penthouse and full audit reports proving every dollar was mine.
Then Andrew opened the envelope Richard had left with a longtime driver.
Inside was a USB.
On screen, Richard appeared.
“If you’re watching this, Andrew,” his voice boomed, “you betrayed her. Emma owns the voting shares. I protected this company from you.”
Andrew collapsed onto my marble floor as the truth played out.
“You were my safety net,” I told him. “And you cut it.”
I offered terms instead of annihilation.