Victoria: I filed a temporary petition with your board of directors claiming you are emotionally unfit to manage Toby's trust shares following your late wife's passing!
Richard: You did what?!
Victoria: Under section four of the Sterling charter, if a single trustee is declared compromised, the secondary appointed guardian assumes temporary voting rights! And as your betrothed, I submitted the paperwork three hours ago!
Richard: You treacherous snake! You forged my authorization!
Victoria: Good luck proving that in court before the board vote on Monday morning! By noon, my father's firm will hold sixty percent of your voting power!
Richard: You think my board will believe a word you say after what you did to my son today?
Victoria: They won't see what happened today, Richard. It's my word against a low-wage maid! Who do you think the Dallas elite will believe?
Maria: They will believe the security cameras, Miss Vance.
Victoria's head snapped around toward Maria, her eyes widening in sudden panic as she looked up at the corner of the grand hallway ceiling.
Victoria: What security cameras?! This is a private residence foyer!
Richard: After my wife passed away, I installed ultra-high-definition motion-activated cameras throughout every common hall in this mansion to ensure Toby's safety.
Victoria: No... No! You said those were smoke detectors!
Richard: I lied to protect my estate from people like you. Every second of what you did is recorded in four-K resolution on a secure cloud server!
Richard pulled his smartphone from his inner suit jacket pocket, tapping the screen twice to open the cloud archive application. The video buffered for a brief second before playing in crystal-clear quality.
Richard: Look at this screen, Victoria! Watch yourself squeeze my son's wrist! Watch yourself hold him loosely over the stone floor while he cries in agony!
Victoria: Delete that! Delete that video right now!
Richard: Delete it? I am sending it directly to my board of directors, the Dallas Police Department, and the District Attorney's office right now!
Victoria: Richard, wait! Please! We can talk about this!
Richard: The time for talking is over, Victoria.
Victoria lunged forward with her manicured hands outstretched, trying to snatch the smartphone out of Richard's grip. But Richard stepped back easily, holding her arm firmly and shoving her away toward the white marble floor.
Victoria: AAH! You pushed me!
Richard: I restrained a trespasser on my property! Arthur, come in here!
The side entrance doors opened, and Arthur, Richard's primary corporate attorney, walked into the foyer carrying a leather briefcase, accompanied by two large security guards in black suits.
Arthur: I've already received the cloud video transmission, Richard. The petition she filed with the board has been officially flagged as fraudulent, and her father's firm has been blocked from all voting proxy access.
Victoria: Arthur! You can't do this! My father will destroy your law practice!
Arthur: Your father is currently being questioned by federal regulators regarding securities fraud, Miss Vance. Your family's assets were frozen twenty minutes ago.