Arthur: I don't even know what to say, Clara. You saved my life today.
Clara: I just did what anyone else should have done, Mr. Vance.
Arthur: Most people in this room would have looked the other way to protect their jobs.
Clara: My mother raised me better than that. A job isn't worth letting an innocent man die.
Arthur: What is your mother's name, Clara?
Clara: Margaret. Margaret Miller.
Arthur paused, staring at Clara's face with a strange, sudden intensity.
Arthur: Margaret Miller? Did she used to work as an accountant for Vance Enterprises twenty years ago?
Clara: Yes, she did. She had to leave when she got sick with kidney failure.
Arthur: My God... Margaret's daughter. I should have recognized your eyes right away.
Clara: You knew my mother?
Arthur: Knew her? Clara, your mother was the most honest accountant this company ever had. She saved us from bankruptcy during the 2008 recession.
Clara: She always spoke very highly of you, Mr. Vance. She said you were a fair man who cared about his workers.
Arthur: When she left the company, I set aside a emergency medical fund for her, but my legal team told me she never claimed it.
Clara: What medical fund? We never received any money from Vance Enterprises.
Arthur: Victoria... she was managing the charitable accounts back then. She must have intercepted the checks.
Clara's jaw tightened as she looked toward the hallway where Victoria had just been taken away.
Clara: My mother has been struggling to afford her dialysis treatments for five years while your wife was stealing her medical fund?
Arthur: I will personally ensure that every penny owed to your family is delivered by tomorrow morning, with interest.
Clara: Mr. Vance, you don't have to do that—
Arthur: I insist, Clara. It's not a gift, it's what was stolen from you by a woman who didn't deserve the life she had.
Sirens began to wail in the distance, growing louder as police cruisers pulled up outside the marble estate.
Arthur: The police are here. Let's go make sure Victoria spends the rest of her life behind bars.
Clara: I have the full video file ready to hand over to the detectives, sir.
Arthur: Good. Walk with me, Clara. You're not a waitress in this house anymore.