My Uncle Dan Sentenced Me To A Failing Waste Facility And Stole My Inheritance — So I Uncovered His Darkest Secret.
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My Uncle Dan Sentenced Me To A Failing Waste Facility And Stole My Inheritance — So I Uncovered His Darkest Secret.
Look up, Tyler.
Let them see the face of a corporate traitor.
Dan paced across the mahogany floor of the executive boardroom.
He held up a stack of fabricated bank statements.
Conspiracy with rival firms.
Embezzlement.
Disinheritance.
This was not a hearing.
This was a public execution.
I would never marry a man beneath a street beggar.
Heather stood from her leather chair.
She unclasped the diamond necklace I bought her.
She dropped it onto the glass table.
Then she took off the engagement ring.
She threw it directly at my chest.
It bounced off my lapel and hit the floor.
Dan smiled from the head of the table.
The board of directors watched in silence.
The CEO is merciful, Dan announced.
He leaves you out of prison.
Minus the last bit of equity in your name.
From today on, you are not even a useless heir.
You are a desk slave in the rust belt.
You will regret this.
Two security guards grabbed my shoulders.
They dragged me toward the elevator.
The golden doors of The Everton Group slid shut.
My father’s legacy was gone.
Everything I had worked for was stolen in ten minutes.
If you want to live, I will lend you my power.
I snapped awake in the back of the transport van.
My head pounded from the sedatives.
Who said that?
The van slammed to a halt.
Riders ahead, the driver yelled.
By order of the acting CEO, kill the prisoner.
So exile was a lie.
The back doors swung open.
A man in a tactical mask raised a suppressed pistol.
End of the line, Tyler.
Your life, your memories, your choice.
Do it.
Take the power.
My vision flashed white.
I shoved my boot upward.
The gun discharged into the metal roof.
I twisted his wrist until the bone snapped.
He screamed and dropped the weapon.
I drove my elbow into his jaw.
He collapsed onto the asphalt.
The driver sprinted into the woods.
I stood breathless in the pouring rain.
What did I just do?
You survived.
A voice echoed in the empty road.
I stumbled away from the idling van.
Someone has been stripping things from you for years.
What things?
Your bloodline.
Your name.
Your future.
I walked for three days.
I finally reached the Blackridge Disposal Facility.
It was supposed to be a dead-end waste plant.
A rusted sign hung over the gate.
A massive security team waited outside.
Any of you want to test frontier law tonight?
A woman stepped out from the security booth.
You are not arresting me.
If I were, you would be on the ground already.
I am not a rescuer.
I am an auditor.
Read this.
She handed me a thick tablet.
That file was written before I even joined the company.
They are asking for the disgraced heir.
Are you still that useless kid?
You brought me here.
I brought you to the truth.
Well look at that.
A rich kid for the waste pits.
On your knees and beg.
The shift overseer spat tobacco onto my boots.
He used to be royalty in the city.
Now he belongs to the sludge.
He shoved me toward a dark utility shaft.
What is it?
That shaft is about to collapse.
Perfect place for a dead executive.
You want me dead.
Go deeper.
I climbed down the rusted ladder.
Why is there a corporate executive crest down here?
Because this was never just a waste plant.
Find it.
I am dead.
Read the concrete walls.
This is not a dead shaft.
It is a biometric vault.
A massive steel door sat at the bottom of the pit.
Mine accident.
He lived.
I pressed my palm against the scanner.
The heavy door hissed open.
High purity military-grade lithium.
At least three major veins running beneath the facility.
You have been calling that shaft dead for years.
The overseer had skimmed the side veins.
Ten years, maybe more.
I don’t want a finder’s fee.
I want a share of every future defense contract from this site.
You found all this.
Bring me the ledgers.
I am not just alive.
Losses were counted twice.
Dead shaft maintenance was still billed.
He gets no say.
Megan slammed her laptop shut.
He gets no say.
It was the overseer.
And buyers from the capital.
You push too hard.
Not hard enough.
He will move tonight.
Greedy men only know one answer.
Oil first, then fire.
That was your industrial accident.
You wanted an accident.
He planned it.
Looks like I picked the right partner.
Who are you?
The woman holding the numbers your uncle hoped would burn.
Real books.
Fake books.
Missing money.
I have all three.
Price?
Future access.
Future profit.
Maybe a future CEO who remembers favors.
Snake.
I noticed.
Your budget has been starved on paper first.
This amount.
He didn’t take double.
They are going for the records.
Not burn, erase.
Looking for a cleaner ending.
Take them.
From now on, every shipment is recorded again.
By whose order?
By the only man here who can make this facility rich.
And the only one you failed to kill.
Your uncle has been bleeding this division dry.
We are taking supply advice from him.
He can barely stand.
Then listen close.
He talks, you decide if he is worth your loyalty.
This is what your leverage should run on.
You were not underfunded by bad luck.
The corporate office sold you trash and called it loyalty.
I give you stable resources.
Clear books.
First claim on supply.
And what do you want?
Control.
No more freight leaves this facility without crossing my hand first.
A black SUV pulled into the loading dock.
Royal envoy.
By order of acting CEO Dan Everton, the new facility is seized.
Under corporate control.
Don’t touch it.
A trap.
Don’t.
Standard security ward.
Forgery wards do not taste blood.
This was not for me alone.
I didn’t come here to beg.
I came because you are dying under their math.
Your second road starts here.
Lithium here.
Books here.
Supply here.
No more kneeling to the boardroom for scraps.
He gets a trial run.
Partial control over supply.
Don’t waste it.
I won’t.
No.
I can’t remember my father’s face.
The capital sent you a gift.
Your ex is coming.
