“The Sterling-Vance private foundation!”
“They did not use your family charter, Arthur,” Chief Judge Eleanor Mercer spoke from the threshold.
The eighty-two-year-old jurist pulled an unsealed, forty-year-old foreign chancery registry from her portfolio, certified by the High Court of the Principality of Liechtenstein:
“In nineteen-eighty-four, Arthur,” Judge Mercer said, her voice dropping forty decibels of pure, un-forgiving Maine iron:
“My brother, Admiral Arthur Mercer, and your brother Ethan recognized that your branch of the family was preparing to privatize the nation’s defense infrastructure.”
“They didn’t just investigate it.”
“They built the corporate vessel.”
“They incorporated The Valkyrie Holding Corp under Title Fifty National Security Secrecy.”
“Under Clause Fourteen of the Master Founding Codicil…”
Judge Mercer slammed her cane onto the granite table:
KABOOOOM.
“…ANY ASSET, ANY DIVERTED CONTRACT, AND ANY SEDITIOUS EQUITY FUNNELED THROUGH VALKYRIE BY ANY COLLATERAL FIDUCIARY… REVERTS IN ABSOLUTE FEE SIMPLE UNTO THE SOLE SURVIVING DIRECT LINEAL HEIRS OF ARTHUR MERCER SENIOR.”
