Julian: This is ridiculous. My father leased this estate from the Sterling Trust six months ago!
Arthur: And who do you think owns ninety percent of the Sterling Trust, Julian?
Julian: It's held by Vance Global Capital!
Arthur: Exactly. And I am Arthur Vance.
The two security guards stopped in their tracks, looking between Arthur's dark coat and Julian's pale face.
Guard 1: Wait... Mr. Vance? The founder?
Arthur: That's right, Thomas. I believe I hired your security firm three years ago for the estate perimeter.
Guard 1 immediately took a step back, pulling his hands off Arthur's coat and standing at full attention.
Guard 1: Sir... I am so sorry. We didn't recognize you without the company vehicle.
Julian: What are you doing?! Grab him! He's an intruder!
Guard 1: Shut your mouth, Julian. That is the owner of the entire property.
Clara’s face turned completely white, the color draining from her lips as she backed further into the sofa.
Clara: Julian... is he telling the truth?
Julian: No! It's a trick! He's just a staff driver!
Arthur reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a thick, black leather wallet with a gold corporate seal stamped on the front.
He flipped it open, dropping a high-level master security card and a state identification card onto the marble coffee table.
Arthur: Read the card, boy.
Julian picked up the plastic card with trembling fingers. His eyes widened as he read the title embossed below Arthur's photo.
Julian: Chief Executive Officer... Vance Holding Corporation...
Arthur: Now tell me again who needs to clean the marble floor.
Lily stood beside her father, her mouth slightly open as she looked at the card, then at her father's worn, plain face.
Lily: Dad... you told me you worked in maintenance for the county...
Arthur: I wanted you to grow up normal, Lily. I wanted you to know the value of hard work without money making you rotten like these two.
Lily: But... I took a summer job as a catering maid here to help pay for my college textbooks!
Arthur: I know, sweetie. I watched you leave the house every morning with pride in my heart.
Arthur turned his sharp, icy gaze back onto Julian and Clara, who were now shrinking back against the balcony wall.
Arthur: But when I came to pick my daughter up from her shift, I didn't expect to find two pampered parasites throwing champagne in her face.
Clara: Mr. Vance... please... we didn't know she was your daughter!
Arthur: So it's acceptable to treat her like trash if she's just a maid?
Clara: No! I mean... we were just joking! It was a harmless party prank!
Arthur: A prank? She has a deep cut on her knee, and her cheek is bruised from where you shoved her down the steps!
Julian: Mr. Vance, listen to me! My father is Marcus Reed! He's your chief financial manager!
Arthur: I know who your father is, Julian. And by tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, he's going to be unemployed.