Mark: What are you talking about? What's on my phone?
Chloe: Check your email. The bank accounts were frozen thirty minutes ago.
A close-up static shot captured the blonde woman staring up with terrified, furious eyes, screaming back with natural American facial features and realistic skin texture.
Chloe: I am the mother! You dare lay a hand on me?!
Mark: Shut up! Just shut your mouth!
Sarah: Let her up right now, Mark, or I'm calling the marshals inside from the porch.
Mark: Marshals? There are no marshals on my property!
Chloe: Look out the kitchen window. They've already surrounded the perimeter.
Mark glanced over his shoulder toward the backyard patio, his face draining of all color.
Mark: This is a trespassing violation! I'll sue the police department for millions!
Sarah: Sue them all you want from inside a federal holding cell.
Mark scrambled off the floor, his hands trembling as he reached into his suit pocket for his phone.
Mark: My accounts... they're all locked. Every single one of them.
Chloe: That's what happens when you commit wire fraud against a multi-million-dollar trust.
Mark stared at his glowing phone screen in absolute disbelief as the crying baby echoed in the background.
Can Mark escape the closing net of federal justice, or is his corporate empire finished for good?