Chapter 7
The night before the board meeting. I was working overtime in Rex’s office.
Two massive flowcharts hung on the projection wall on the left was the operational structure of stellar Offshore Trust No. 1; on the right were the complaint pathways through UK, Swiss, and Cayman regulatory authorities.
Rex tapped the top circle with his laser pointer: “The key node is here-the sole protector account. Once the offshore custodian bank receives a judicial freeze order, the money flow stops.”
I squinted: “The custodian is Credit Suisse Zurich. Will they buy into a US local financial crimes unit?”
Rex smiled: “Financial crimes alone won’t cut it, but what about adding the Investigation Bureau? Don’t forget, Dylan bought a five-million-dollar painting in Paris last year using Stellar Trust No. 1’s custodial account.”
He tossed me a draft anonymous complaint letter: [Dylan Morrison suspected of using offshore structures to illegally transfer $48 million from a listed company overseas, used to purchase high-value art and jewelry, evading foreign exchange regulations and tax obligations.]
Signed: StarMed Medical Minority Shareholders Alliance.
I picked up the pen and signed my name in the blank space: Stella Parker.
At the same moment, in our mansion.
Dylan paced back and forth in his walk-in closet, leather shoes clicking against the floor.
He’d just received a call from Credit Suisse private banking: the account had received a “red notice,” all securities, cash, and precious metals transactions
uspended pending further investigation.
His first instinct was to call me, voice full of rage: “Stella Parker, are you insane! That’s marital property!”
The customer service manager on the other end gave a formulaic response: “Valued client, the freeze order was jointly issued by the UK SEC and Swiss FINMA. Our bank has no authority to lift it.”
He hung up, opened the safe, and clutched that 1.18-carat diamond ring in his palm like grasping a lifeline.
Next day, 9:30 AM, conference room on the 28th floor of StarMed Medical.
Dylan was unusually five minutes late. His suit was still impeccable, but couldn’t hide the dark circles under his eyes, and even his usually perfectly styled hair vas disheveled.
wo agenda items sat on the table:
.Remove CFO Dylan Morrison;
. Emergency establishment of “Fund Recovery Task Force.”
s soon as he sat down, the board secretary pushed a document toward him: “Mr. Morrison, the regulatory notice has arrived. Please sign to acknowledge eceipt.”
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