Clara: Do you want to tell everyone what's in those crates, or should I?
Victor: I don't have to answer any of your questions!
Clara: Three thousand units of unregulated heart medication, ready to be shipped overseas to evade federal regulations.
Maya: Mommy, my knee hurts from where he kicked me...
Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a icy, dangerous whisper.
Clara: You kicked my eight-year-old child?
Victor: I didn't kick her! She tripped over my shoes while she was sneaking around!
Security Guard: Actually, sir... the hallway security camera is pointed right at that doorway.
Victor: What?!
Security Guard: The venue installed high-definition 4K cameras last week. Everything that happened near the VIP lounge is on tape.
Clara: Pull up the feed on the monitor right now.
The guard tapped his tablet screen, tapping a few buttons before turning the display toward the crowd.
Bystander 1: Look! He came out of the room holding the black box!
Bystander 2: Oh my goodness, he shoved the poor girl right into the marble pillar!
The video clearly showed Victor stepping out of the room, grabbing Maya by her arm, and shoving her to the floor before throwing the vial near her feet.
Maya: See? I told you, Mommy!
Clara: You hit a child on camera, Victor. That's felony child abuse on top of federal fraud charges.
Victor: Turn that off! Delete that footage right now!
Victor lunged forward, reaching for the guard's tablet, but Clara grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back with practiced speed.
Victor: Ow! Let go of me! You're breaking my arm!
Clara: You have the right to remain silent, Victor Vance. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Two federal agents in dark suits rushed through the main entrance, carrying tactical gear and handcuffs.
Agent Miller: Boss! We secured the airfield! The cargo holds were packed with illegal inventory!
Clara: Take him into custody. Put him in the primary transport unit.
Agent Miller: Copy that. Hands behind your back, Vance.
Victor: You can't do this to me! Do you know who my family is?! My father built this foundation!
Clara: Then your father will be very disappointed to see you on the evening news in an orange jumpsuit.
The agents slapped heavy metal handcuffs onto Victor's wrists, dragging him through the center of the crowd as guests pulled out their phones to record the humiliating arrest.
Victor: This isn't over, Clara! My lawyers will have me out by midnight!
Clara: Not without bail, Victor. And with a flight risk warning, you won't see the outside of a cell for years.