Julian: Claire! What on earth are you doing on the floor?! Get up right now!
Claire: Julian... oh God, Julian, help me! He's going to ruin us!
Julian: Who? That old man? You said he was just your middle-class stepdad!
Claire: He isn't my stepdad! He's the trustee of my entire inheritance fund!
Julian stared at her in total confusion, his hands trembling as he straightened his designer tuxedo jacket.
Julian: What are you talking about? You told me you were the sole heir to the Vance fortune!
Claire: I am! But he controls the bank accounts until I turn thirty!
Julian: So why did you just slap him in front of my family's investors?!
Claire: Because he showed me the legal trust revocation papers!
Claire clutched her head, her elaborate diamond tiara slipping sideways in her messy hair as tears ruined her heavy makeup.
Julian: Revocation? Can he actually cut you off from the family estate?
Claire: He just did! He invoked the disrespect clause my real father put in the will twenty years ago!
Julian: A disrespect clause? Are you completely insane, Claire?!
Claire: I thought he was bluffing! I thought he would never actually enforce it!
Julian: You told me you had fifty million dollars sitting in a liquid trust fund!
Claire: I do! I mean... I did, until two minutes ago!
Julian took two steps back from her, his handsome face turning pale as he shook his head in disgust.
Julian: I paid eighty thousand dollars for this venue based on your trust fund guarantee!
Claire: Julian, please! We can fix this! We can go after him right now!
Julian: Fix it? You just publicly humiliated the man who pays for your luxury car, your apartment, and your credit cards!
Claire: He's just a bitter old man! My biological father left that money for ME, not him!
Julian: But he controls the money, Claire! That makes him the boss, not you!
Claire pulled herself off the marble floor, her expensive white gown covered in light dust as she grabbed Julian's arm.
Claire: Don't look at me like that, Julian! You said you loved me for who I am!
Julian: I loved the woman who was going to invest ten million dollars into my firm's commercial real estate expansion!
Claire: You... you only wanted my money?
Julian: Don't play the innocent victim with me! You used that money to force your way into high society!
Claire: That isn't true! I loved you!
Julian: If you don't have that trust fund, Claire, you don't even have enough cash to pay for the catering today.
Claire: Richard will cool down! He always forgives me! He's soft!
Julian: Did he look soft when he walked out those glass doors?
Claire paused, remembering the icy, stern look in Richard's eyes right after she struck his face.
Claire: He... he looked different today. He's never looked at me like that before.
Julian: Because you pushed him too far. You called him an unwanted extra in front of two hundred people!
Claire: Because my real father was a wealthy CEO, not a high school history teacher!
Julian: That history teacher held the keys to your entire life, you idiot.