Chapter 5 - The Ultimatum"Terminated?" Arthur shrieked, ignoring the dark amber liquid splashing across his custom Italian leather shoes. "You can't terminate our application! We have existing multi-million-dollar subcontracts with the Navy! We supply half the radar components for the Pacific fleet!"

"And as of ten minutes ago, those contracts are undergoing a comprehensive federal audit for regulatory non-compliance," the protocol officer replied impassively. "You and your party have five minutes to gather your belongings and exit through the East Gate. Military police will escort you."
"This is an outrage! I demand to speak to Major General Mercer!" Evelyn screamed, her aristocratic composure completely shattering as surrounding guests turned to stare. "She is doing this out of spite! It’s a personal vendetta!"
"Major General Mercer is currently chairing the strategic defense council," the officer stated firmly, motioning to the military police officers, who stepped forward on either side of Arthur. "Step this way, Mr. Mercer. Now."
Humiliated, defeated, and utterly shell-shocked, Arthur was marched backward through the grand ballroom. High-society elites whispered behind cupped hands, watching the mighty CEO of Mercer Defense Tech being escorted off the premises like a common trespasser. Trevor trailed behind his parents, looking like a whipped dog, while Evelyn sobbed quietly into her silk handkerchief.
As they were pushed through the heavy oak doors back out into the cool night air, Arthur caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass security pane. He looked old. Tired. Powerless.
"She won," Evelyn muttered bitterly, shivering in the night air as they reached the curb where their limousine was waiting. "Your daughter actually beat us."
Arthur clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. "She didn't beat anything. This isn't over. If I can't buy her out, I'll destroy her career from the outside. I still have friends in the Senate. I still have media outlets in my pocket."
"Sir," the driver interrupted, holding open the limousine door with a hesitant look on his face. "You... you might want to look at your phone. The stock market app just updated."
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Arthur whipped his smartphone out of his pocket. The screen flashed red. Mercer Defense Tech stock was in freefall, plummeting twenty-two percent in after-hours trading following an emergency SEC flash bulletin announcing the federal audit.
Arthur stared at the screen in absolute horror as the numbers continued to tumble.
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