Nathan: You... you wore a wire to my gala?!
Clara: It's not a wire, Nathan. It's a satellite camera.
Nathan: Give me that phone! Give it to me right now!
Nathan lunged forward, his gloved hands reaching out to grab Clara's collar, but she stepped back calmly into the bright lights of the ballroom.
Clara: Touch me again and you add another assault charge to your federal indictment.
Nathan: You're bluffing! You don't have the money to hire lawyers! Your father's firm went bankrupt six months ago!
Clara: My father's firm didn't go bankrupt, Nathan. He let you think it went bankrupt so you would get comfortable enough to commit corporate fraud.
The crowd of high-society guests began whispering frantically, their eyes darting between Nathan's wide, panicked eyes and Clara's steady stance.
Guest 1: Did she say satellite stream...?
Guest 2: Look at the main display screens above the stage!
Nathan spun around, his jaw dropping in pure horror as the massive four-K video screens above the stage flickered and changed. Instead of the corporate sponsor slideshow, a high-definition video of Nathan admitted to embezzling millions from the Vance trust fund played with loud, clear audio.
Nathan's Recorded Voice: 'I transferred forty million dollars from her father's estate into the offshore account yesterday. She won't suspect a thing until it's already spent.'
The entire ballroom went dead silent, followed by loud gasps from every corner of the grand hall.
Nathan: Turn that off! Someone shut off the main power right now!
Clara: You can't turn it off, Nathan. My father controls the building's server room now.
Nathan: Where is he?! Where is your father hiding?!
Clara: He isn't hiding, Nathan. He just pulled up to the front entrance with the federal marshals.
Nathan took a shaking step backward, his face turning pale white as his eyes darted toward the grand entrance doors.
Nathan: This... this is impossible! I double-checked every single account! I verified the bankruptcy filing myself!
Clara: You verified what my father wanted you to see. You fell for the trap the moment you invited me here to humiliate me in front of your investors.
Nathan: You crazy girl... I'll ruin you! I'll ruin your entire family!
Clara: You can't ruin anyone from a federal prison cell, Nathan.
Two tall security guards wearing black suits stepped out from behind the velvet curtains, their heavy footsteps echoing off the marble floor as they approached Nathan from both sides.
Nathan: What are you doing?! I hire you! Grab her!
Guard 1: Our contract with your family was terminated five minutes ago, Mr. Vance.
Nathan: Stop! Get your hands off me! Get off!
The guards seized Nathan's arms, pinning them behind his back as he screamed and kicked wildly on the checkered floor.