The days that followed marked a brutal reckoning for Next Gen Innovations. One after the other, companies operating under its vast umbrella began to crumble.
Brew Heaven, a popular cafe chain Evan and Maria had painstakingly built, was among the first casualties. Shutters fell on its doors across the city, signs were pulled down, and familiar, bustling cafes soon turned eerily quiet as the government swiftly seized control.
The shutdown was swift, almost surgical—a carefully coordinated operation conducted by the authorities.
According to the official procedure, the process for handling corporate tax evasion was systematic yet unforgiving. Once the government uncovered the substantial backlog of unpaid taxes, along with evidence of deliberate evasion, they moved swiftly. They began by freezing Next Gen's primary bank accounts, stopping the flow of funds essential for daily operations. Without access to liquidity, payments for staff, vendors, and utilities halted overnight, bringing everything to a sudden standstill.
The next step was the revocation of business licenses. Legal notices were plastered on office doors and sent to branch managers of Next Gen's subsidiary businesses, informing them that their operations were no longer sanctioned by the government. Local authorities, backed by the tax officers, descended on each site to oversee the process, ensuring that no attempts were made to continue business as usual. They recorded and cataloged all the assets—from office furniture and equipment to properties and intellectual resources—which were to be seized.
For Brew Heaven, this meant the closure of all cafes under its brand, as well as the confiscation of kitchen equipment, leased properties, and even company-owned real estate.
Lands that had been bought under Next Gen's investments were now repossessed by the government, slated to be auctioned off to recover some of the owed tax. The government even took back any properties that had been previously granted as tax incentives, nullifying agreements and claiming ownership of everything Evan's corporate empire had expanded into.
Employees across Next Gen Innovations and its subsidiaries received abrupt notices. In accordance with government procedure, they were given a brief window to collect personal belongings from their offices. Many were escorted by officials, who meticulously checked each person's possessions to prevent the removal of company property. Department heads and managers were required to hand over digital records, ensuring that the government obtained a comprehensive picture of the company's assets and operations.
It was a somber sight as bustling office spaces were emptied and reduced to silences, with empty desks, powered-down computers, and paperwork left abandoned in half-finished stacks. Conversations about career aspirations and ambitious projects faded to silence.
The once lively spaces of Brew Heaven Cafes, where the aroma of fresh coffee and laughter filled the air, now lay dark and desolate, cloaked by the shadow of bureaucracy and strict regulation.
Maria stumbled back, sputtering and laughing as the cold water soaked her through, catching her completely off guard.
"See this, Elina! Your brother is mig—" Sam began, puffing up with pride, but his words cut short as Maria's glare shot back at him, her dripping figure straightening as she looked ready for a showdown.
Before Sam could react, Maria lunged forward with newfound energy, and a moment later, his startled yelp echoed across the beach as he bolted away, scrambling across the sand with Maria hot on his heels. Elina doubled over in laughter, clutching her sides as she watched her usually composed brother fleeing in terror from Maria's playful wrath.
Farther up the beach, Suri reclined on a lounge chair, an amused smile playing on her lips as she gazed at the lively scene unfolding before her.
Her shoulders relaxed under Evan's firm yet gentle touch as he massaged them, kneading away any lingering traces of tension. She was dressed elegantly in a light, flowing summer dress, a pastel shade that played beautifully against the island's blues and greens. The dress featured a delicate neckline adorned with intricate embroidery and thin straps that accentuated her sun-kissed shoulders.
Behind her, her mother, Amelia, lay on a beach towel, quietly watching the younger crowd's antics. Next to her, Evan's mother, Claire, was in conversation with Celina, her expression filled with warmth and gratitude as she said, "Thank you, truly, for looking out for Evan through everything. It means the world to me to know that he had someone like you beside him."
Celina smiled humbly and shook her head. "It was my honor, Miss Claire. Evan's resilience is remarkable. I'm just glad to have been there."
"It felt good to witness the growth of such a fine gentleman," she added.
Evan, still working his hands over Suri's shoulders, glanced over at Maria and Sam. Sam's face was priceless as it twisted in exaggerated horror while Maria drew closer, sand kicking up behind him with every frantic step. Evan chuckled and leaned down to murmur in Suri's ear, "Out of everyone, he picks that demoness? He must really love a challenge."
Suri laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "I think he just wanted someone who'd keep him on his toes."