Part 7: The Terminal Seizure
By 6:00 p.m., the main shipping office at Pier 14 was surrounded by local compliance enforcement vehicles.
Natalie’s corporate attorneys were standing by the perimeter gate, holding leather briefcases and shouting at the guards.
They had arrived to force an emergency cargo release before the federal asset-seizure notices could register on the terminal docks.
"This restriction is a direct violation of international trade law!" the lead counsel yelled through the glass barrier.
"My client has exclusive title to these logistics lines, backed by a verified state treasury waiver!"
"The waiver carries a structural defect, counselor," I said, stepping out of the shadows of the loading bay.
I wore an immaculate black suit, my posture tall and my expression completely free of any hesitation or pity.
Marcus Bell stepped up beside me, sliding a certified copy of the master harbor covenant onto the service counter.
The digital monitors above the terminal lanes suddenly shifted, flashing red text as the automated gate locks engaged.
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"You didn't just use a cloned signature to secure that corporate advance, Natalie," I stated, looking through the glass.
"You used my son's birth registry number to mask the capital deficit in your family's primary holding firm."
