Detective Vance stepped forward and grabbed Julian's arm, pulling his smartphone straight out of his jacket pocket.
Julian: Hey! That's police harassment!
Detective Vance: Save it for your lawyer, kid.
Two uniformed police officers walked through the ballroom doors, carrying heavy steel handcuffs in their hands.
Officer 1: Brenda Miller, put your hands behind your back.
Victoria: No! Get your filthy hands off me! Do you know who I am?!
Officer 1: Yeah, we know exactly who you are. You're coming with us.
The officer grabbed Victoria's wrist, snapping the cold steel cuffs around her wrists with a sharp, metallic click.
Victoria: Julian! Help me! Call my attorney!
Julian: Don't look at me, you crazy psycho! You ruined my entire life!
Officer 2: Julian Vance, you're under arrest too. Hands behind your back.
Julian: What?! I'm a licensed attorney! You can't handcuff me in front of my clients!
Officer 2: Your law license was suspended an hour ago, Mr. Vance. Turn around.
The crowd broke into loud applause and cheers as both Julian and Victoria were forced to walk down the center aisle of the ballroom in handcuffs.
Victoria: Claire! You think you won?! You're still nothing! You're just a filthy little brat!
Claire stood tall, watching her former maid being led away through the grand double doors.
Claire: I might be a brat, Brenda, but I'm a brat with fifty million dollars and my family's clean name back.
Julian: Claire, please! Tell them I was tricked! I'll give you back every penny!
Claire: You can tell that to the bankruptcy judge, Julian. Goodbye.