The digital clock mounted above Judge Harrison’s mahogany bench seemed to mock me, its glowing red numbers bleeding away the seconds. / Chapter 4 / 20

Chapter 4 - THE COUNTER-ATTACKJudge Harrison cleared his throat, his hands trembling slightly as he laid the top document flat on his desk. He looked directly at the prosecutor, whose confidence had completely evaporated.

“Mr. Vance,” the judge said, his voice deadly quiet. “Did you verify the physical signature on the Pentagon's denial affidavit?”

“I... of course, Your Honor. It came through the standard automated portal—”

“It came through an automated portal because someone inside the Pentagon's civilian logistics tier overrode the master flag,” Judge Harrison interrupted, holding up a sheet bearing a holographic watermark and a presidential-tier security stamp. “Colonel Carney has just handed me a Presidential Unit Citation signed by the Secretary of Defense himself, along with the complete, unredacted after-action report of the Kandar Province rescue operation.”

The judge paused, looking straight at Elaine and Curtis, who were now standing frozen side-by-side like trapped animals.

“According to these federal documents, Avalon Wright didn't just serve,” Judge Harrison continued, reading aloud. “She acted as a senior data-recovery specialist under fire, sustaining third-degree burns while successfully decrypting and securing enemy tactical intel that saved over four hundred American lives. Her discharge is medically classified as a 100-percent disability retirement due to combat injuries.”

The silence in the courtroom was absolute. You could hear the hum of the fluorescent lights and the heavy breathing of the jurors, who were now staring at Elaine and Curtis with looks of deep disgust.

Marcus Vance, my attorney, slowly turned his head to look at me, his jaw practically on the floor. “You... you never mentioned any of this, Avalon.”

“Classified means classified, Mr. Vance,” I replied softly.

I turned my attention back to my mother. “You thought by hiding my service records and branding me a stoler of valor, you and Curtis could quietly strip my name off the corporate registry, invalidate Dad’s true will, and take over the defense contracts without a fight. But you forgot one thing.”

“What... what are you talking about?” Elaine stammered, taking a step backward as if trying to physically distance herself from the reality crashing down around her.

“Dad knew you were skimming corporate funds,” I said, walking slowly toward the center well of the courtroom. “He didn't trust you after the second audit. That’s why, three weeks before he died, he executed a secondary legal maneuver. He didn't just leave me the controlling shares of Titan Tactical Systems.”

I turned to Colonel Carney, who nodded and pulled a second, smaller flash drive from his pocket, handing it to the court clerk.

“He also transferred primary oversight of the company's military audit compliance directly to the Department of Defense Inspector General,” I finished. “Which means your little proxy scheme to sell classified drone guidance software to foreign shell companies isn't just a probate dispute anymore.”

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