Part 3: The Deprivation of Luxury
By the time the sun began to paint the Dallas skyline in shades of cold silver, the penthouse had become a legal war room.
Two corporate compliance investigators and a federal marshal stood by the marble island, reviewing the hotel suite's security footage that Alexander's team had forcibly retrieved.
The video didn't lie: it clearly showed Javier standing outside the locked door, checking his luxury watch while his mother and six other women systematically assaulted Sofia inside.
"The criminal complaints for aggravated assault, extortion, and corporate coercion have been finalized, Mr. Bennett," the marshal announced, closing his leather brief.
"The local police units are already en route to the Robles estate in Highland Park to execute the physical arrest warrants."
Carmen sat collapsed on our leather accent chair, her glittering gold sequined dress looking like a cheap, wrinkled costume under the harsh morning light.
"Alexander, please... if you liquidate our firm, we lose everything," she wept, her manicured fingers shaking as she looked up at the man she had crossed.
"The Uptown condo... we won't touch it. We'll sign a total waiver of interest! Just don't let them take our home!"
"Your home was leveraged against the Bennett commercial fund three years ago, Carmen," Alexander replied, looking down at her with deadpan contempt.
"You used my daughter's body as a negotiation tool to secure a $1.8 million piece of real estate because your son's law firm is fundamentally bankrupt."
Javier sank against the glass window, his bow tie ripped open, his face covered in a cold sweat as his own legal colleagues refused to answer his panicked calls.
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"You told my daughter that if she reported the assault, your family would kill her," I said, leaning down until my face was inches from Carmen's.
"But the reality is, the only thing dying today is the Robles name in the state of Texas."
