Chapter 5 - The Glass Castle Cracks
By noon on Thursday, the news broke like a thunderclap across the financial world.
The Chicago Tribune published a front-page explosive report written by an investigative journalist who had received an anonymous delivery containing certified court filings:
"BILLIONAIRE CEO SILENCED DYING SON'S CALLS DURING HOTEL AFFAIR: LAWSON GLOBAL FACES MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR FRAUD & WRONGFUL DEATH LAWSUIT."
The article was devastatingly detailed. It included the exact second-by-second timeline of Meredith’s seventeen calls, cross-referenced with the Grand Hyatt room service receipts, keycard logs, and cell tower data. It featured a high-resolution photograph of five-year-old Lucas sitting in his hospital bed holding his plush elephant, contrasted with Garrett’s corporate credit card charges for champagne.
Within two hours, the story went global.
#GarrettLawson and #SeventeenCalls exploded across social media. Cable news networks ran live commentary featuring pediatric cardiologists and legal experts condemning Garrett’s actions.
At 2:00 p.m., the stock market opened its afternoon session.
Lawson Global Enterprise (NYSE: LGE) opened at $142 per share. Within forty-five minutes of the news cycle hitting Wall Street, panic selling triggered three consecutive trading halts. The stock plummeted forty-two percent, wiping out $1.8 billion in market capitalization in a single afternoon.
Inside the glass-walled executive suite at Lawson Global headquarters, chaos reigned.
"Turn off the televisions!" Garrett screamed, slamming his hands onto his massive glass desk. "Turn them off!"
His phone was ringing off the hook. Major institutional investors—BlackRock, Vanguard, and the State Pension Fund—were calling demands for an emergency board meeting. Outside the building, three hundred protesters and dozens of news vans had surrounded the main entrance, holding signs displaying the number 17.
The office door slammed open. Eleanor Lawson walked in, followed by four senior partners from Kirkland & Ellis, Chicago’s most expensive defense firm.
Eleanor’s face was drawn, her complexion gray.
"The board of directors has called an emergency session for four o'clock," Eleanor said, her voice shaking with rage. "Two major European logistics partners have already cancelled their contracts. The SEC has launched an informal inquiry into the Delaware shell company."
"We can fix this!" Garrett panicked, pacing back and forth. "We issue a press release! We say my phone was on Do Not Disturb! We say I was in an off-site crisis meeting! We pay Meredith whatever she wants—twenty million, fifty million! Tell her father to name his price!"
Eleanor looked at her son with pure disgust.
"You idiot," she whispered. "William Sterling doesn't want your money. He has sixty million dollars of his own from thirty years of senior partnership and private estate holdings. He wants your head on a spike, Garrett. And you handed him the axe."
Lead defense counsel Richard Vance stepped forward, opening his leather briefcase. "Mr. Lawson, William Sterling has served a formal subpoena for your personal deposition. He is invoking his right as special counsel for your wife in the civil proceedings to question you under oath this Saturday."
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"Cancel it!" Garrett demanded. "Delay it! File an injunction!"
"We can't," Richard Vance said grimly. "The judge assigned to this case is Honorable Arthur Pendelton. He worked with William Sterling in the US Attorney's office for twelve years. He denied our emergency protective order fifteen minutes ago. You will sit in that room on Saturday, Mr. Lawson. And you will answer William Sterling's questions."
