Chapter 10 - The Bloodline Trust

Harrison Vance sneered, attempting to regain his aristocratic composure.
"It doesn't matter that you survived," Harrison declared coldly, pointing a trembling finger at the paperwork on the table. "I hold sixty percent of Vanguard's commercial debt notes! Judge Harrison has already declared Rosalind legally incapacitated! Security, remove these trespassers from my building immediately!"
"Security isn't coming, Harrison," a booming voice spoke from the hallway.
Chief Machinist Frank Gallagher, accompanied by forty burly, union shipyard workers in heavy boots and leather jackets, filled the entrance of the boardroom, blocking every exit with an impenetrable wall of blue-collar strength.
Tobias stepped forward, placing the heavy titanium case on the conference table and opening it with two sharp metallic clicks.
He pulled out the original, wax-sealed Vanguard Bloodline Trust Covenant and slammed it onto the mahogany surface directly in front of Judge Harrison.
"Read Section 1, Judge Harrison," Tobias commanded. "And read it out loud before the federal marshals enter this room."
Judge Harrison’s hands trembled so violently that he could barely hold the paper. He adjusted his glasses, his voice cracking with dread:
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"Under sovereign maritime jurisdiction... any unauthorized attempt to encumber, liquidate, or transfer Vanguard Shipyards without the physical, biometric consent of both living Sterling heirs constitutes high maritime treason, resulting in the instantaneous, permanent forfeiture of all claimant assets to the surviving heirs."
"Which means, Harrison," I said, leaning over the table, looking directly into the old man's terrified eyes, "every debt note you purchased is void. Every commercial share you held is legally forfeited to me. And your entire corporate empire... now belongs to the Sterling family."