“When Mark forged that four-million-dollar policy, tied my mother to that mattress, and attempted to execute that sixty-billion-dollar conveyance, he didn’t just commit domestic torture.”
“He executed an overt physical act of sovereign defense sabotage, premeditated murder, and title treason on recorded satellite telemetry.”
“Mark brought the linen slacks.”
“Heather brought the forged notary stamp.”
“You brought the Montblanc pen.”
“And the moment I pulled that policy from beneath my mother’s mattress…”
I bared my teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
“…your family triggered the self-executing forfeiture clause of Article Three, Section Three of the United States Constitution.”
“You didn’t steal sixty billion dollars from the national defense redoubt tonight, Arthur.”
“You spent forty years pouring sixty billion dollars of your personal criminal reserves… straight into Rose’s sovereign trust.”
“You spent four decades engineering a grand takeover…”
Judge Mercer bared her teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
