Chapter 13 - The Golden Signature
The gold-embossed fountain pen lay on top of the pristine parchment land grant like a heavy golden anchor. The morning wind had died down entirely, leaving the terrace in a suffocating, unnatural silence. Eleanor looked down at the pen, then at Harrison Vance, whose expression remained an unreadable mask of bureaucratic finality.
“If we sign this receivership agreement,” Eleanor said carefully, her voice steady and controlled, “we hand complete administrative control of the estate and its remaining assets over to the Department of Justice.”
“You hand administrative control of the intelligence front over to the Department of Justice,” Harrison corrected, tapping the tip of his finger against the red-taped folder. “The actual residential deed to the Sterling mansion, the private gardens, and your mother’s personal trust remain entirely yours. You won't be homeless, Eleanor. You’ll just be very, very rich civilian landlords with a federal security detail parked at your front gate.”
Victoria stared at the pen with undisguised fury. “You can't do that! The blockchain title was registered under Swiss commercial jurisdiction!”
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“Swiss jurisdiction doesn’t apply to sovereign intelligence assets, Victoria,” Harrison replied without even looking at her. He pulled a pair of steel handcuffs out of his
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