Eleanor pushed herself away from the mahogany pillar, her joints aching slightly from the earlier fall.
The older woman rises powerfully from an ornate gold chair as everyone instinctively steps back[cite: 1].
SFX: Heavy thud[cite: 1]
Eleanor: For forty years, I kept this family together through every financial crisis and corporate war.
Julian: And we appreciate everything you've done! Truly, we do!
Eleanor: Your appreciation always had a price tag attached to it, Julian, and your account is officially overdrawn.
Clara: You're going to regret throwing your own flesh and blood onto the street!
Eleanor: Flesh and blood doesn't raise a hand against an elderly woman in her own home.
Standing tall, she points directly at them and issues her final order[cite: 1].
Older Woman: Freeze every account. Remove them from my property immediately.
SFX: Sharp alarm chime, heavy footsteps closing in
Four burly private security guards stepped out from the shadows of the hallway, their dark suits pressing forward.
Security Captain: You heard the founder. Grab their luggage from the guest wing and escort them out.
Julian: Get your hands off me! I own half of these holdings!
Security Captain: You own nothing, Mr. Vance. Your corporate credit cards have already been declined.
Clara shrieked as her designer handbag slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the marble floor with a dull thud.
Clara: This is barbaric! You can't treat us like common criminals!
Eleanor: Criminals is too kind a word for thieves who try to rob their own mother blind.
Will the disgraced heirs ever recover from the devastating fall they brought upon themselves?
Eleanor: Lock the front gates behind them. I never want to see their faces in this house again.