Heirs To The City: The Quartet

Chapter Twenty Nine

Once more the following day came and we all sat in the main hall of the courthouse looking at the lawyers though today would be a more direct approach to the case and I would be on the hook for a large portion of the evidence since it was following the entire trail of money from here on out for the case to prove that without a doubt there was an act of embezzlement since the set up circumstances had been established the day before.

Today I'd settled for the Rolls Royce Phantom which wasn't something I'd complain about, a million dollar Rolls Royce was never going to be boring to me. I also had progressively gave less and less of a fuck about the appearance I gave off. I'd never really cared, but the guilt of being born into money, and finding it repulsive and lacking substance had gone away. I'd made my money and had outworked everyone else in this city to get it. I also knew I was never going to be able to fall from the pedestal I'd built for myself. I'd like to know of one other twenty year old who built a trillion dollar company in a year, then I'd be on level with someone else.

Climbing into the back seat in my favourite Dormeuil suit I looked over to Olivia who flashed me a smile as Elijah got into the front and drove off. As we got to the highway I looked out at all the homes around me and knew my own Executives had homes here, which was funny to think about considering the ones owned by the Ambrose Executives were seized and WGI bought them all at auction before turning around and developing them to sell them for ten percent profit.

One of the smaller outlet groups that I'd been focused on was a major player in the chemical industries, including packaging, and containment of various other substances, along with infrastructure, and utility. A hundred billion a year, and I still knew that many of the other subgroups which there were eight. This one was the most profitable, and it was one of my focused efforts outside of Winters Group. My company was stable, but I knew that having all of my subsidiaries connected to one umbrella corporation. It was by my own organization that I'd had many of the subgroups made one of which was dedicated to operating shell companies, and holdings companies to both be connected but operate in isolation. One of which kept a large amount of my trusts and stakes. It was how I kept much of my own money as mine, the exception was I at least followed moral obligation to be honest. If I was anything I was an honest person despite my favoritism to using loopholes. Though even that had reasoning that no one could deny.

I may have been secretive, and incredibly cautious about public opinion, despite the world only operating because of the enormous percentage of industry I controlled. It would have shocked people how much I learned being on my own. I'd had to learn how to become a mechanic, and an engineer, along with how to be many other things to build my life. Even Winters Group Tower was powered by a system I handed over the idea to construct so that the building would endlessly be powered. Though replacing the rings of metal that powered the massive generator was incredibly expensive to replace though considering the size of the generator and the fact all of the rings were individually operational allowed replacement cost to be three point two million dollars even if the rings would last fifty years each.

It was a small piece but something as clearly seen as the tower that stood as a symbol of my power, and this court case could upend it if anything happened.

"You look disturbed," Olivia whispered and I turned away from the window which I'd clearly been staring out of for the hour long journey based on the fact I could make out both Winters Group Tower, and the One World Trade Center, as the car passed into Manhattan I readied myself to the preparation that I'd need to deal with this court case. For all the media questions, and the bitterness that got put into civil words with the lawyers.

As the car slowed to a stop along the curb I climbed out and Olivia followed before the two of us climbed the steps as CEO and COO instead of significant others. When the doors opened we slid inside and I tore my sunglasses off before looking to my lawyers both of whom were talking in hushed voices.

Stopping next to them they looked up to me and I just nodded while Elijah surveyed the scene.

"When does the case start," I ask and Michael glances up.

"Nine, I don't think there is much else to do outside of prep what we're going in with, needling won't get this anywhere quickly so we're approaching this with as much force as possible," he says.

"Okay, that works with me, I'll just await being questioned at some point," I say as the others arrived and were guided towards the courtroom since Defense would be starting this morning, and I knew it would be yet another act of prayer that they got an upper hand for the rest of this case.

"Hopefully they won't get to, we want them to have as little to dispute as possible," Evan says closing the folder he held as we were called to the courtroom and all of us entered and took our seats though the presence of armed guards for security got my alarm bells to prepare themselves to go off.

The judge then swore the attorneys in and gestured to Michael who would start the case first.

"Thank you, your honour. As this court has seen the basis was present even from the starting days of Ambrose Engineering, and since so much structuring was reliant on these twelve executives. There is little doubt about the possibility of their involvement from a position standpoint. From a corporate or business perspective. Reports signed by all twelve which are on screen now, and have been presented to the jury detail the accumulated twenty three hundred paper documents for monthly reports where the money appears to not be in question, however individual reports before reaching the executive level shows how money was distributed, and what accounts for the company were used, depositing, and withdrawing money, for revenue, profit margins, taxes, and operation costs, neglecting that when considering the official reports seems to be absent again and again amounts varying from fifteen to seventy million dollars," Michael begins being sure to address his wording between the Jury, the Defense and the Judge equally before he continued.

"Now could it simply be a miscount on the financial payments department, some might say yes. Digging deeper, these amounts were called into question again and again because there shouldn't be that much missing, and when further investigation was done at the time it seemed to be nothing but a technical error. Behind the scenes private investigation allowed for the tracing of the money to be found going to the same account before being attached to the accounts of these twelve Executives, with assistance by the FBI, and NYPD Financial Crimes Division, as shown on the screen, with full linked and officiated reports done by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That's all your honour," Michael says returning to his place at the table, which the courtroom buzzed at the images of the countless sheets of paper proving that there was indeed and effort to conceal the stolen money, and make it laundered adding another crime to the list that the former Executives were guilty of.

Turning to face them I could see the distress on their faces before they glanced to me and I couldn't hold myself back from flashing a smile that would clearly tell them I'd done my research before I dug into them, and their dealings, and if that didn't work, I had about three dozen scandals to fall back on though those were also in evidence connected to how the money was kept secret.

"Defense," the judge says gesturing to them and one of the Executives attorneys stood before taking the floor.

The defense that was given was fleeting at best, and seemed haphazard against the evidence that had just been presented.

Futility and desperation at its finest.

I watched as more and more evidence was brought against the Executives  and eventually I started to notice them start to shrink into their seats and I had to cover my smile.

Another nearing victory for the justice system.

Lifting the water cup I had, to my lips and emptied it while Evan delivered another section of misdealings to the Jury for evidence. I shouldn't have found others misfortune funny, but I did find the exposure of criminal activity amusing. I'd admitted to my crimes, and I'd never broken a law that I couldn't either defend myself on, or wasn't willing to accept the consequences. I'd done that for the first time at sixteen, and the dozen men couldn't in their sixties.

Too bad it's not my problem.
    
    
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