Two hours later, the rain began to fall heavily outside the glass entrance of the downtown Sterling & Partners office building.
Camila sat in a leather armchair inside Richard Sterling's corner office, holding an ice pack against her swollen, red face.
Camila: I tell you, he tricked me, Richard! He lied about the bankruptcy!
Richard: You stupid girl! You blew a three-year operation because you couldn't control your temper for twenty minutes!
Camila: He showed me his account balance in the parking lot! He has forty-two million dollars in liquid cash!
Richard: And now you have zero! Because you threw a public temper tantrum that ended up on five different social media live streams!
Camila: Social media live streams? What are you talking about?
Richard spun his desktop monitor around, revealing a viral video of Camila screaming at Ethan in the wedding hall, already reaching over two million views online.
Camila: Oh my God... turn it off! Turn it off!
Richard: The whole financial district is watching you call Ethan Vance poor, Camila! You are radioactive!
Camila: We can still use the altered notary papers! I took photos of his signature on the initial engagement agreement!
Richard: Those photos are worthless without the final signed trust transfer from today's ceremony!
Camila: Then we force him to sign! We threaten to leak his corporate tax files!
Richard: Shut your mouth! Do you want to send us both to federal prison?!
The heavy wooden door of Richard's private office suddenly swung open with a bang, slamming against the plaster wall.
Ethan Vance walked into the room, dressed in a sharp navy blue business suit, accompanied by two officers from the financial crimes division.
Richard: Ethan? What is the meaning of this intrusion?!
Ethan: Hello, Richard. Hello, Camila. Enjoying the viral video?
Camila: Ethan! Baby... please! I was just explaining to Richard how sorry I am!
Ethan: Save your breath, Camila. The police aren't here for a wedding apology.
Detective Miller: Richard Sterling, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit grand larceny, corporate espionage, and forgery.
Richard’s face went instantly pale, his hands trembling as he backed away toward his desk phone.
Richard: You have no proof of any espionage! I am a senior partner at this firm!
Detective Miller: We have sixty-four text messages between your personal cell phone and Ms. Camila Reed detailing the altered notary documents and the shell account in the Caymans.
Camila gasped, her eyes turning wild with panic as she looked at Richard.
Camila: The text messages? How did they get the text messages?!
Ethan: Your assistant Mia sends her regards, Camila.
Camila: That quiet little snake! I gave her a job! I gave her designer clothes!
Ethan: You paid her minimum wage and made her carry your heavy bags while you plotted to ruin my family.
Officer 1 stepped forward, pulling Richard's arms behind his back and snapping steel handcuffs around his wrists.
Richard: Camila, don't say another word! Call my senior associate downstairs!
Officer 2: Camila Reed, stand up and put your hands behind your back.
Camila: No! Get away from me! Ethan, tell them to stop! I love you! I swear I love you!
Ethan: You loved my bank balance, Camila. But now you get to experience what being truly poor actually feels like.
Camila sobbed hysterically as the metal cuffs clicked cold against her wrists, ruining her manicured nails as she was led down the hall past forty cheering office workers.