Emma: You think your lawyers scare me?
Arthur: They should. They are going to ruin your life.
Emma: They can't ruin what you already destroyed, Arthur.
Arthur: You have no financial resources to fight me.
Emma: You are right. I don't have billions of dollars.
Arthur: So hand her over quietly, and I will write you a generous check.
Emma: But I do have the original documents from my father's estate.
Arthur's arrogant smirk vanished instantly. He took a nervous step backward.
Arthur: Those documents were burned in the office fire twelve years ago.
Emma: The copies were burned. I kept the originals in a bank vault.
Arthur: You are bluffing.
Emma: Am I? Because I handed them over to the federal fraud division this morning.
Arthur: You went to the feds?
Emma: I have been working in this mansion for six months, Arthur.
Arthur: I thought you worked for the catering company!
Emma: I do. But I also took photos of the ledgers in your private study.
Arthur: You broke into my safe?
Emma: You use the same code from college. You always were arrogant and lazy.
Arthur: That is corporate espionage! You are going to prison!
Emma: The federal agents told me it is called whistleblowing. I have full immunity.
Arthur: They don't have any real proof of embezzlement.
Emma: They have the wire transfers. The ones you used to drain my family's trust fund to start your company.
Arthur: I earned every penny of this wealth!
Emma: You stole the seed money. Which means this entire company belongs to me.
Arthur: I will tie you up in court for the next thirty years!
Emma: You won't have time. Check your phone, Arthur. Your accounts were frozen an hour ago.
Arthur frantically pulled his phone from his navy suit pocket. His hands began to shake uncontrollably.
Arthur: No... zero balance? This is an error.
Emma: It is not an error. It is justice.