Chapter 5 - The Eviction
Arthur pulled out another deed from the stack.
"This estate was purchased four years ago under 'Raleigh Holdings LLC,'" Arthur explained. "Gavin, you believed this LLC was a shell company you created. In reality, Raleigh Holdings is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Wexler Capital. The rent for this mansion has been paid directly out of the corporate operational budget."
Brielle gasped, looking at Gavin. "Gavin? What is he talking about? You told me you bought this mansion for us! You told me it was worth six million dollars and it was in your name!"
"It is in my name!" Gavin roared, standing up, his chest heaving. "This is a bluff! You're trying to scare me! Get out of my house! Get out before I call the police!"
Malcolm Wexler finally spoke, his voice cutting through Gavin's panic like thunder. "Call them."
Gavin froze.
"Call the police, Gavin," my father repeated. "Let them come. Let them see the belt on the table. Let them take the report of domestic abuse against my daughter. And while they are here, they can assist my security team in enforcing a lawful, immediate eviction."
"Eviction?!" Brielle shrieked. "You can't evict us! It's midnight!"
"As of exactly ten minutes ago," Arthur Vance said, looking at his luxury watch, "Ms. Vivian Wexler, as the sole trustee of the holding entity, has terminated the lease agreement for this property due to unauthorized occupants and property damage. Furthermore, Mr. Rourke, your employment as Managing Operator of Rourke Logistics has been terminated effective immediately for gross misconduct and embezzlement of corporate funds—specifically, using company credit lines to fund luxury gifts and dinner accounts for a non-employee."
Arthur looked at Brielle with supreme disdain. "Namely, you, Ms. Knox."
Gavin dropped back onto the sofa, looking completely hollowed out. His chest heaved as the reality of his situation began to sink in. Everything he thought he owned—his status, his house, his wealth—was slipping through his fingers like sand.
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"You can't do this," Gavin whispered, his voice cracking. "I built that brand. The clients know me. If I leave, the company collapses!"
"The company will do just fine, Gavin," I said, speaking up for the first time. "Because they aren't your clients. They are Wexler Capital’s clients. And tomorrow morning, they will meet their new CEO."
