Chapter 17 - The Relentless Legal Warfare And The Frozen Pension
The incredibly dark,
stressful,
anxious,
terrible weeks that followed the hospital basement incident were utterly,
completely,
absolutely,
profoundly exhausting for our small,
fractured,
targeted family.
Arthur Sterling,
operating quietly,
invisibly,
maliciously from the high,
luxurious,
untouchable safety of his massive,
expensive,
glass penthouse,
unleashed a devastating,
relentless,
brutal,
coordinated legal assault against us.
He did not send violent,
dangerous,
armed thugs to our quiet,
peaceful,
suburban house anymore,
because he knew I was highly trained,
heavily armed,
ready,
and absolutely willing to use lethal,
deadly force to protect my precious,
innocent child.
Instead,
he sent massive,
overwhelming,
endless,
crushing waves of complicated,
confusing,
highly aggressive legal paperwork,
delivered constantly,
daily,
relentlessly by cold,
emotionless,
robotic process servers.
First,
his massive,
expensive,
ruthless legal team officially,
formally,
aggressively sued me personally,
civilly,
financially for supposed,
fabricated,
invented police brutality,
claiming wildly,
falsely,
maliciously that I had excessively,
violently assaulted Victor during the highly justified,
lawful,
necessary basement arrest.
Then,
they quietly,
secretly,
maliciously contacted the internal,
strict,
unforgiving bureaucratic affairs division of the busy police department,
filing dozens of fake,
anonymous,
detailed,
highly damaging complaints about my professional,
longstanding,
perfect conduct.
Because of the massive,
overwhelming,
unprecedented volume of serious,
formal,
legal complaints,
the spineless,
nervous,
politically motivated police commissioner was completely,
utterly,
cowardly forced to officially,
temporarily,
painfully suspend me from active,
important,
necessary field duty.
They took my shiny,
heavy,
precious silver badge,
they confiscated my reliable,
standard-issue,
necessary service weapon,
and they cruelly,
unfairly,
devastatingly froze my entire,
hard-earned,
lifelong retirement pension pending a massive,
comprehensive,
internal investigation.
I was sitting tiredly,
heavily,
sadly at my small,
wooden,
kitchen table,
staring blankly,
hopelessly,
angrily at the massive,
growing,
intimidating mountain of highly confusing,
expensive,
threatening legal bills.
Emily walked quietly,
softly,
gently into the warm,
cozy,
familiar kitchen,
wearing her clean,
bright,
blue nursing scrubs,
looking incredibly tired,
deeply stressed,
but wonderfully,
fiercely,
stubbornly determined.
Despite the massive,
terrifying,
coordinated corporate pressure,
the hospital administration board had officially,
formally,
publicly cleared her of all the fake,
fabricated,
malicious charges after examining the undeniable,
concrete,
physical evidence of the planted,
stolen lockbox.
She was fully,
completely,
happily reinstated as the Head Charge Nurse of the busy,
important,
critical trauma unit,
but the daily,
relentless,
constant psychological pressure was incredibly,
visibly,
profoundly taking a massive,
heavy toll on her fragile,
recovering mind.
"Mom,"
Emily whispered softly,
lovingly,
compassionately,
placing a warm,
comforting,
gentle hand on my tense,
aching,
exhausted shoulder,
looking sadly,
worryingly at the terrible,
crushing financial documents spread across the wooden table.
"We can absolutely,
totally,
completely sell my expensive,
new car,
and we can easily,
happily use the fifty thousand dollars from my restored,
safe emergency savings to slowly,
gradually pay these aggressive,
greedy lawyers."
I looked up quickly,
sharply,
fiercely into her beautiful,
worried,
loving eyes,
shaking my head absolutely,
firmly,
stubbornly,
unwaveringly.
"Absolutely,
categorically,
completely not,"
I stated firmly,
loudly,
protectively,
reaching out quickly,
lovingly to squeeze her small,
warm,
caring hand.
"That money is your safe,
secure,
hard-earned future,
Emily,
and I will absolutely,
never,
ever let that arrogant,
evil,
malicious billionaire successfully,
cruelly steal it away from you just to pay his ridiculous,
fabricated,
fake legal fees."
"But he is completely,
utterly,
ruthlessly draining your entire,
precious life savings,
Mom,"
she argued passionately,
sadly,
desperately,
tears of pure,
frustrating,
helpless anger pooling quickly,
rapidly in her large,
beautiful eyes.
"He is intentionally,
maliciously trying to completely,
totally bankrupt us,
hoping we will eventually,
finally,
pathetically surrender,
give up,
and totally collapse under the massive,
crushing,
overwhelming financial weight."
"I know exactly,
precisely,
clearly what his wicked,
evil,
calculated strategy is,
sweetheart,"
I replied calmly,
darkly,
dangerously,
a fierce,
burning,
unstoppable,
rebellious fire slowly,
steadily igniting deeply,
powerfully within my tired,
exhausted soul.
"He thinks that because I no longer wear a shiny,
silver badge,
I am completely,
utterly,
totally powerless,
weak,
and defenseless against his massive,
unlimited,
staggering wealth."
I stood up slowly,
deliberately,
confidently from the wooden chair,
gathering the incredibly depressing,
threatening,
negative legal documents,
throwing them carelessly,
angrily,
dismissively into the dark,
plastic trash can.
"But he completely,
arrogantly,
foolishly forgot one extremely,
vitally,
incredibly important detail about my long,
extensive,
dedicated police career,"
I said fiercely,
proudly,
a cold,
calculated,
dangerous smile forming slowly,
creepily on my determined face.
"I spent twenty long,
difficult,
exhausting years successfully,
quietly,
diligently building massive,
powerful,
secret networks of highly loyal,
incredibly smart,
deeply resourceful friends inside every single,
major federal law enforcement agency."
I pulled out my secure,
encrypted,
private cell phone,
dialing a highly classified,
secret,
untraceable number belonging to an old,
trusted,
powerful friend at the FBI.
Arthur Sterling wanted to fight a massive,
dirty,
ruthless,
unforgiving war using complicated,
expensive,
corrupt legal loopholes,
but I was going to completely,
violently,
aggressively drag him out of his safe,
untouchable penthouse,
and directly,
forcefully into the harsh,
May you like
unforgiving,
brutal light of federal criminal justice.
