Richard: You stubborn little fool! Do you honestly believe anyone will take your word over mine?
Sarah: I don't need my word alone. I have the diary Helena left behind in the hidden floorboard of our old room.
Richard stopped dead in his tracks, the color draining entirely from his face as the mention of the diary hit its mark.
Richard: You... you found it?
Sarah: Every single page detailing how you took her away, how you changed her name, and how you covered up the fire.
Richard: Give it to me. Name your price—millions, shares in the company, whatever you want!
Sarah: Now you're negotiating? A minute ago, you were calling me a trespasser fit for the streets.
Richard: This is business, Sarah. Sensible people settle things quietly without destroying their futures.
Sarah: My future was destroyed the day you took my sister. This isn't business; this is justice.
Richard lunged forward with a desperate speed, his hand reaching out to grab Sarah's wrist, but she sidestepped with sharp agility. The porcelain shards crunched beneath his expensive shoes as he stumbled, losing his composure completely in front of the portrait. The immaculate corporate titan was gone, replaced by a desperate man cornered by his own historical crimes. Sarah backed away toward the grand staircase, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, ready to hit send on the digital copies already uploaded to the cloud. She had played her cards right, using his arrogance against him to secure the confession she needed on recording.
Richard: Stop right there! If you send those files, you will ruin everything!
Sarah: Good. That was always the plan.
Richard: Think of the settlement we could reach! We can settle this out of court, quiet, clean, no police involvement!
Sarah: The only place we are settling this is in front of a judge, with the whole world watching.
Richard: You will regret this for the rest of your life, Sarah. I swear it!
Sarah: No, Richard. You are the one who is finally going to run out of time.