Emily: I'm sorry... I shouldn't have shouted, but please look at what you're doing.
Arthur: Your apologies mean less than zero to me.
The young woman looks up with tear-filled eyes, begging desperately.
Emily: You gave her everything... not this.
Arthur: What I gave her was a comfortable life she took entirely for granted.
Emily: She gave you her youth, her inheritance, and her unwavering loyalty!
Arthur: And she received a lifetime of luxury in return; the ledger is balanced.
Margaret: A ledger cannot measure a human soul, Arthur.
Arthur: Souls don't pay the corporate legal fees piling up in my office.
Emily: Dad, look at me. I'm your only daughter. Don't throw me away like trash.
Arthur: My only daughter wouldn't conspire with auditors behind my back.
Emily: I didn't conspire with anyone! I just asked a lawyer to look at the trust deed!
Arthur: Which is precisely how treason starts in a family business.
Margaret: You are paranoid, Arthur. Power has completely corrupted your judgment.
Arthur: Silence, Margaret! Or you will find yourself sharing her exile.
Emily choked back another sob, pressing her palms flat against the cold wood of the table.
Will Arthur's unbridled fury cross the final line from emotional abuse to physical assault?