Chapter 3 - Mobilizing the Vesper Protocol
I wasn't about to crawl back to my family with my tail between my legs. Eight months in a wheelchair meant my upcoming $85,000 inspection contract with AeroGlobal was in jeopardy, and my corporate accounts had been plundered to pay for Sutton's ice sculptures and orchid arches. I called Vesper, my fierce former boss and corporate mentor. Within hours, a medical transport van arrived at the hospital, equipped with my heavy corporate legal binder, a high-end titanium wheelchair, and a team of forensic accountants. Vesper didn't offer pity; she offered a tactical blueprint. We weren't just going to sue Sutton for assault and battery—we were going to audit every single dollar my parents and sister had funneled out of my accounts over the past decade.
