Julian: The title deed? What could a grease monkey possibly know about real estate deeds?
Marcus: More than you realize, considering whose name is actually registered as the primary lienholder.
Julian: My family trust owns this entire commercial strip, including your dilapidated garage.
Tom: Not since three o'clock yesterday afternoon, Mr. Vance.
Julian: What are you babbling about, foreman?
Tom: The bank foreclosure went through ahead of schedule.
Julian: Foreclosure is impossible! My liquidity reports show millions in reserve!
Marcus: Your liquidity reports were based on forged corporate collateral.
Julian: You expect me to believe an auto mechanic knows anything about corporate finance?
Marcus: I'm not just a mechanic, Julian. I'm the primary equity partner of Apex Holdings.
Julian let out a sharp, nervous laugh, though the color was rapidly draining from his aristocratic face.
Julian: That's a ridiculous lie. You wear greasy overalls and scrub transmission pans.
Marcus: Undercover management is the best way to audit fraudulent family members.
Julian: Family members? I don't share any bloodline with common labor.
Marcus: Ask your uncle Arthur who he left his residual manufacturing shares to before he passed away.
Julian stumbled back a half-step, his expensive loafers squeaking against the oil-slicked concrete.
Julian: Uncle Arthur's estate was locked up in probate for five years!
Marcus: Probate ended this morning when the federal judge signed the final asset transfer.
Can Julian process the devastating reality that his financial empire has just collapsed around him?
Julian: You're bluffing. Show me the legal proof right now.