“And I am officially calling in your fifty-million-dollar bridge loan,” I stated.
Jacob let out a high, panicked, breathless laugh, looking at his lawyers and then back at me.
“You can’t do that, the anonymous syndicate funded the loan an hour ago,” he argued.
“The contract I just signed stipulates a five-year repayment schedule, and you can’t just call it in,” he claimed.
“Section Four, Paragraph B of your finalized contract,” I recited, leaning forward slightly and locking my eyes onto his terrified face.
“Immediate, unconditional forfeiture of all leveraged collateral in the event of pre-existing, undisclosed fiduciary fraud,” I quoted.
“Fraud?” Jacob stammered, sweat beading on his upper lip.
“There is no fraud here, my books are clean!” he shouted.
“Your books are a fantasy,” I countered smoothly, tossing a second, smaller folder onto the table.
“Our forensic accountants didn’t just review the tech deal, we reviewed your entire history,” I revealed.
“We found the four million dollars you quietly embezzled from your clients’ municipal pension funds last year to pay off Brenda’s debts and float your own lifestyle,” I exposed.
Jacob staggered backward, hitting the edge of the glass presentation board.
His board members began to aggressively whisper, looking at him with sudden, violent disgust.
“You are in absolute default, Jacob,” I said softly, stepping closer to him while ignoring the sharp, agonizing spike of pain tearing through my abdomen.
I leaned over the table, bringing my face inches from his pale, trembling face.
“I own this firm,” I whispered, the words dripping with poetic, devastating venom.
“I own your luxury penthouse, I own your sports cars, and I own the leather chair you are sitting in,” I listed.
“Based on the stipulations of your own unmitigated greed, which my lawyers find legally binding, you walk away with absolutely nothing,” I finished.
Jacob’s knees literally buckled, and he sank to the floor, grabbing the edge of the table to keep from completely collapsing.
“Alice, please,” he sobbed, the arrogant predator reduced to a weeping, pathetic shell in a matter of seconds.
“I’ll go to jail, they’ll ruin me, and Alice, I’m the father of your child, you can’t do this to me!” he begged.
I looked down at him with contempt.
“Let’s see how you survive without me,” I sneered, echoing his exact words from the courtroom.
I turned my back on him, and as I walked toward the glass doors, two plainclothes federal agents stepped into the boardroom, flashing their badges to arrest him for the embezzlement I had uncovered.
I made it halfway down the corridor before my body finally gave out.
A guttural, sharp cry of pure agony tore from my throat as my water broke violently, a warm rush of fluid soaking my legs and pooling on the marble floor of his corporate hallway.
The security team immediately rushed forward, scooping me into their arms and rushing me toward the private elevators, leaving the muffled sounds of Jacob sobbing as handcuffs were locked around his wrists.
