Standing in my penthouse office on the sixty fifth floor I looked down at the sprawling city and reflected on the immense empire I had built. Ten years ago my mother Eleanor and my sister Harper sat in our ancestral Oakridge estate and tried to force me into a marriage with an older magnate to save our family from bankruptcy. My father Richard sat in silent complicity while Eleanor told me I was fit only to be a maid. I left that night with forty eight dollars and spent years scrubbing toilets in roadside motels before eventually working my way up to build the Opeline Hospitality Group. Now my family was bankrupt and attempting a massive fraud right beneath my feet. Eleanor along with Harper and her husband Connor and her fiance Preston Weller had invited sovereign wealth magnate Arthur Keating to my hotel for my fathers sixty fifth birthday dinner. They planned to pretend they owned my hotel to secure a fifty million dollar loan to save their failing businesses completely unaware that I held the title deed to the entire property.
I decided to intercept my treacherous family in the grand lobby instead of using my private elevator to reach the dinner. When I walked through the revolving doors wearing my bespoke charcoal suit Harper and Eleanor immediately began shouting vicious insults at me. They called me a pathetic vagrant and demanded that the hotel management throw me out into the cold street. Harper caused a massive scene by screaming at the staff drawing the attention of wealthy international guests who stopped to watch the unfolding drama with great curiosity. When Chief Marcus and his elite tactical security team arrived Harper fully expected them to arrest me and drag me away. Instead the battle hardened security chief stopped right in front of me bowed deeply and respectfully addressed me as the chairman and majority shareholder of the entire hotel. Eleanor and Harper were paralyzed with absolute shock as the horrific realization finally set in that they were standing inside my building. The wealthy onlookers openly mocked my family as my security team firmly escorted my terrified mother and sister and brother in law into the private express elevator to attend the dinner they had so desperately staged.
Up on the exclusive Skyline Level the family sat nervously at a massive walnut table with Arthur Keating and his chief lawyer Miles Sutter. They had absolutely no idea that my security team had just caught Preston Weller breaking into my corporate archives room on a lower floor to steal physical registry seals. I entered the beautiful dining room and exposed their entire fraudulent scheme to Arthur presenting the forged corporate resolutions and fake indemnity deeds that Preston had tried to use to steal fifty million dollars. Arthur was completely horrified to realize they were attempting to defraud his investment fund using a forged identity right in the middle of a birthday dinner for their own patriarch. He expressed his absolute disgust at their behavior and ordered his legal team to freeze all of their business accounts and promised to pursue severe criminal indictments first thing in the morning. Arthur and his lawyer walked out of the room without looking back leaving Connor weeping into his hands and Harper collapsing onto the expensive carpet in total despair.