Marcus struggled against the guards' grip, his eyes wild as he glared at the front row of wealthy guests.
Marcus: Don't just stand there, Arthur! Tell them! You were the one who handed me the amber bottle in the parking lot!
A tall man in a tailored grey suit stepped back, his face turning beet red as the billionaire turned his icy gaze toward him.
Billionaire: Arthur? My senior vice president?
Arthur: He's lying, Richard! The man is a lunatic trying to drag down executive members to save his own skin!
Marcus: I have the text messages on my encrypted phone, Arthur! You promised me a wire transfer to a Swiss account the second the coroner pronounced him dead!
Billionaire: Guard, secure Arthur as well. Do not let him reach his luxury car.
Arthur: You can't detain me! I am a primary shareholder of Sterling Global!
Billionaire: You were a primary shareholder, Arthur. As of this moment, your executive contract is terminated for corporate treason and conspiracy to commit murder.
Arthur: Richard, listen to reason! We built this firm together!
Billionaire: And you attempted to destroy my life for a fraction of my fortune.
Two more estate guards stepped behind Arthur, locking his arms behind his back as two state police officers marched across the lawn.