The heavy silence in the ballroom stretched on for several agonizing seconds before a low murmur rippled through the crowd.
Julian: You're bluffing, Elena. There is no federal indictment.
Elena: Look at the entrance, Julian. See if I'm bluffing.
The massive double doors at the far end of the ballroom began to slowly creak open.
A bright beam of white light poured in from the hallway, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished marble floor.
A powerful fair-skinned American man in a tailored suit walks through towering ballroom doors, backlit by bright light as everyone turns in shock.
SFX: Dramatic musical hit
Clara: Who on earth is that old man? Security, throw him out!
Julian: Wait... that's... that's Arthur Vance.
Arthur Vance strode forward, his custom three-piece suit fitted impeccably and his silver hair gleaming under the chandeliers.
Arthur Vance: I heard someone in my family was assaulting my daughter on my property.
Julian: Arthur? I thought you retired to the coast years ago! You have no power here anymore!
Arthur Vance: Power isn't something you lose just because ungrateful children change the locks on the corporate headquarters.
Clara: Julian, tell him to leave! He's ruining our wedding reception!
Arthur Vance: Wedding reception? You mean your federal arraignment party, sweetheart.
Arthur raised a thick leather portfolio high into the air, his eyes locked onto Julian's terrified expression.
Julian: What is that folder? What have you done, old man?
Arthur Vance: I spent the last three months auditing every single shell company you created behind my back.
Can Julian talk his way out of a lifetime of financial crimes when the founder himself has returned for vengeance?
Arthur Vance: Let's see how your lawyers handle fifty counts of wire fraud.