Victoria: Where... where did you get that ring?
Clara: It was a gift from the actual owner of this hotel.
Victoria: You're lying! That ring belongs to the Montgomery estate!
Clara: That's right. And who do you think I am?
Victoria pushed herself off the marble floor, her expensive blue gown rumpled and covered in spilled champagne.
Victoria: You're a fake! You stole that from the back dressing room!
Clara: I don't need to steal what already belongs to my family.
Victoria: Security! Why are you just standing there? Grab this crazy woman!
Two tall security guards in black suits stepped forward from the edge of the ballroom.
Head Security: Is there a problem here, Miss Victoria?
Victoria: She assaulted me! She hit me in front of all these high-profile investors!
Head Security: Ma'am, we need you to step away from Miss Victoria right now.
Clara: Marcus, stand down.
The head security guard stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the pink diamond ring on Clara's finger.
Head Security: Miss... Miss Montgomery?
Victoria: Marcus, what are you doing? Arrest her!
Head Security: I can't do that, Miss Victoria.
Victoria: Why not?! I pay your salary!
Clara: No, Victoria. My family's trust fund pays his salary. You just lease a suite in our building.
Victoria took a quick step back, clutching her red cheek as she looked around at the murmuring crowd.
Victoria: This is a ridiculous setup! The Montgomery heiress has been living in Europe for three years!
Clara: I returned to New York yesterday morning.
Victoria: Then why are you wearing a server uniform?!
Clara: Because I wanted to see how our staff was treated when the managers weren't looking.
Victoria swallowed hard, her confidence crumbling line by line as the guests began to whisper.
Guest 1: Is that really Clara Montgomery?
Guest 2: Look at the ring. That's the Star of Bellevue diamond. There's only one in the world.
Victoria: Even if you are a Montgomery, you had no right to lay a hand on me!
Clara: You slapped me first, Victoria. The security cameras directly above us captured everything.
Victoria: It was an accident! You spilled champagne on my silk gown!
Clara: You intentionally knocked my tray over so you could make a scene in front of the press.
Victoria: My father is the chief financial officer of this company! You can't talk to me like this!
Clara: Your father was suspended by the board of directors two hours ago.
Victoria's jaw dropped, her voice failing her as she stared at Clara in complete shock.
Victoria: What... what did you say about my father?
Clara: Let's go to the private office upstairs, Victoria. Your father is already waiting for you in handcuffs.