Julian: This is an outrage! My attorneys will have your license by sunrise tomorrow.
Victoria: Your attorneys are currently sitting in the back of a police cruiser downtown.
Julian: That's impossible. They represent half the corporate board in this state!
Victoria: Corporate boards tend to abandon criminal co-conspirators the moment federal indictments drop.
Julian: You fabricated those indictments to protect your father's failing mortgage payments.
Victoria: My father's mortgage was paid off in full three years ago using clean family funds.
Julian: Then explain why the bank records show a massive balance transfer to my offshore account.
Victoria: Because you hacked the server and rerouted the funds using a forged power of attorney.
Julian wiped a drop of spilled champagne from his tuxedo lapel, his face turning pale under the warm lights.
Julian: You have zero proof connecting my IP address to those server logs.
Victoria: We have your digital signature, your personal access key, and a recorded confession from your accountant.
Julian: My accountant would never talk to the authorities without a formal immunity deal!
Victoria: An immunity deal he signed twenty minutes before you crashed into those champagne glasses.
A pair of black dress shoes steps forward, crunching over scattered pieces of broken glass on the floor.
The sound of glass crunching under heavy soles filled the tense silence of the ballroom.
Julian: Who is that? Step back, whoever you are—I'm warning you!
Victoria: That is federal marshal Miller, and he's here to finish what we started.
Julian scrambled backward on his elbows, kicking shards of crystal away in desperate panic.
Julian: Stay away from me! I have diplomatic immunity through my international trade contracts!
Marshal Miller: International trade contracts don't cover domestic wire fraud and assault.
Julian: You can't touch me! Do you know who my father is?!
Victoria: Your father is currently serving a ten-year sentence for white-collar securities fraud.
Julian froze, his arrogant demeanor finally cracking completely under the crushing weight of reality.
Julian: How did you find out about my father?
Victoria: We didn't have to look very far. It's listed right on the family registry.