“He had no idea that the underlying fee-simple title to forty miles of pre-Cambrian crystalline schist belongs exclusively to the 1944 Mercer Sovereign Lineal Charter!”
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“And under Section Fourteen-B of that charter: eighty years ago, your grandfather Arthur Mercer Senior decreed that if an adverse commercial partner, tenant, or unfaithful spouse attempts to defraud, abandon, or extinguish the living lineal bloodline of the master surveyor on an active sovereign defense homestead…”
Nathan bared his teeth:
“The commercial lease terminates instantly without judicial cure!”
“At midnight tonight—October twenty-sixth—the statutory eighty-year spendthrift restriction matures!”
“And when that clock strikes zero-hundred hours… every server farm, every data corridor, and every defense logistics contract held by Hale Dynamics reverts in absolute fee simple unto Chancellor Natalie Eleanor Mercer!”
Before I could answer, the secure tactical transceiver mounted beneath the table chimed with two high-gain, encrypted tones:
BEEP-BEEP.
Nathan flipped the speaker toggle.
