An older man in a grey suit was sitting at the head of the conference table, his hands secured in metal handcuffs behind his back.
Harrison: Victoria... what are you doing up here? What happened to your face?
Victoria: Dad, she punched me! She had her security guards force me up here!
Harrison: Shut your mouth, Victoria!
Victoria: What?! Why are you shouting at me?!
Harrison: You have done enough damage for one night! Look around you!
Clara stepped into the boardroom, setting her serving tray down on the polished mahogany table with a loud, metallic clatter.
Clara: Hello, Harrison. It's been a long time since my father's funeral.
Harrison: Clara... please. We can settle this without the federal authorities involved.
Clara: Settle what? The four million dollars you siphoned into shell companies in the Cayman Islands?
Victoria: Dad, tell her she's wrong! You told me we owned three properties in Europe!
Harrison: Victoria, stop talking! Every word you say is making this worse!
Clara: She doesn't know, Harrison. You didn't tell your daughter that those properties were purchased with stolen charity funds, did you?
Harrison lowered his head, refusing to meet Clara's icy gaze.
Victoria: Stolen? Dad... is that where my allowance came from? The luxury cars? The designer clothes?
Harrison: I did it for our family, Victoria! The Montgomerys had everything, and we were left with crumbs!
Clara: My father paid you a salary of eight hundred thousand dollars a year, Harrison. That isn't crumbs. That was pure corporate greed.
Agent Miller: Harrison Vance, you are under arrest for federal wire fraud, embezzlement, and grand larceny.
Victoria: Wait! What about our house? What about my trust account?!
Clara: The court issued an emergency seizure order on all Vance family assets thirty minutes ago.
Victoria: You can't take my personal accounts! I didn't sign those documents!
Clara: Every credit card in your handbag was declined ten minutes before you walked into that ballroom, Victoria.
Victoria opened her designer purse with shaking hands, pulling out three black luxury credit cards.
Victoria: No... no, these are unlimited cards!
Clara: Try using one. See what happens when the bank registers your name.
Harrison pulled against his handcuffs, tears finally streaming down his weathered cheeks.
Harrison: Clara, please... leave Victoria out of this. She didn't know about the accounts.
Clara: She knew enough to use stolen money to treat hard-working people like trash, Harrison.
Victoria: I am a Vance! You can't just throw us out onto the street!
Clara: Your penthouse apartment in Manhattan is being locked down by federal marshals as we speak.
Victoria sank into a leather chair, burying her face in her hands as her entire world dissolved around her.
Agent Miller: Let me take him downstairs through the service elevator, Miss Montgomery.
Clara: Proceed, Agent Miller. The press is waiting at the front entrance.