access, terminate utility contracts under your name, and issue an immediate notice of criminal trespass.”
By six that evening, Harrison had filed an emergency injunction and drafted a formal notice to vacate based on elder exploitation, the documents landing in my inbox while I sat beside my mother’s hotel bed, watching her finally, finally sleep peacefully.
At seven, I hired a mobile locksmith service, a team of private security contractors, and requested an off-duty police escort to oversee a property security audit, every piece falling into place with the kind of precision I’d spent years developing on offshore rigs where mistakes could cost lives, not just money.
At eight forty-five that evening, three vehicles pulled up to the driveway of my estate. Inside the house, lights were bright, music was playing, and Julian and Kloe were hosting a dinner party for six of their local socialite friends, boasting, I would
