Julian: Eleanor... Scalon?! That’s impossible! She grew up in an orphanage in Austin!
Arthur: Eleanor’s mother was Clara Sterling, Alexander Scalon’s only lawful wife.
Beatrice: She had no family! She showed up at your company Christmas party in a clearance dress!
Arthur: Miss Scalon chose to live independently after graduating from Columbia University, Mrs. Vance.
Julian: She never mentioned her father! She told me her family was out of the picture!
Arthur: Because she wanted a husband who loved her for herself, not for her eighty-billion-dollar empire.
Julian stumbled backward into the foyer console, his hand knocking over a heavy bronze statue.
Julian: Eighty... billion?!
Beatrice: She deceived us! That scheming, filthy little liar deceived my son into marriage!
Arthur: The only deception in this house, Mrs. Vance, was your delusion that you held any power.
Julian: Where is she?! Let me speak to Eleanor right now! I need to explain what happened!
Arthur: Miss Scalon does not wish to speak with you, Mr. Vance. Ever again.
Julian: It was an argument! A normal husband and wife domestic argument!
Arthur: You struck the sole heir to the Scalon dynasty across the face in front of witnesses, sir.
Beatrice: She splashed red wine all over my dress! Look at my chest! I was assaulted first!
Arthur: Our forensic audio team reviewed the penthouse microphone feed from the terrace five minutes ago, ma'am.
Beatrice’s voice caught in her throat, her face draining of color until she looked like chalk.
Beatrice: What... microphone feed?!
Arthur: Miss Scalon wore a diamond pendant containing a secure satellite recording transmitter.
Julian: The diamond ring... She was wearing her family ring tonight.
Arthur: We have your voice on tape, Julian. 'My mother,' followed by the unmistakable sound of a heavy physical slap.
Julian: I lost my temper! She was being disrespectful to my mother!
Arthur: You also demanded she apologize while your mother insulted her heritage and dignity.
Beatrice: That tape is private! You cannot use a domestic conversation in a commercial foreclosure!
Arthur: Under Texas Penal Code Section 16.02, one-party consent makes the entire recording fully admissible in all proceedings.
Two more private security officers stepped into the penthouse foyer carrying heavy black packing cases.
Officer Miller: Mr. Sterling, the transport vans are parked downstairs in the service alley.
Arthur: Excellent. Begin inventorying all personal property belonging strictly to Julian and Beatrice Vance.
Beatrice: Stop touching my furniture! That sofa is Italian velvet!
Arthur: The furniture belongs to the penthouse deed, Mrs. Vance. You are permitted to take your personal clothing and nothing else.
Julian: This is an outrage! I am the Chief Executive Officer of Vance Logistics!
Arthur: You were the Chief Executive Officer, Julian.
Arthur pulled a second leather folder from his briefcase, flipping open the certified board resolutions.
Arthur: Scalon Global exercised its proxy voting rights across your parent company at ten o'clock tonight.
Julian: You don't own the board shares! My family holds fifty-one percent of the voting trust!
Arthur: Your family pledged forty percent of those voting shares to First Horizon Bank last spring, Julian.
Julian: That was a temporary credit guarantee!
Arthur: And since Scalon Global owns First Horizon, those voting shares now belong entirely to Miss Eleanor Scalon.
Julian fell against the marble wall, his legs trembling so violently that he could barely keep his balance.
Julian: Eleanor... Eleanor owns my company?!
Arthur: Miss Scalon removed you as Chairman of the Board ten minutes ago. Pack your bags, sir.