Victoria: You... you're lying! You don't have anything on me!
Clara: I have the ledger records from the west wing office.
Victoria: Those office files are locked in my personal desk!
Clara: Nothing is locked from the primary heir to the Sterling estate.
Victoria took a quick, panicked breath, looking at David with wide, desperate eyes[cite: 1].
Victoria: David, darling, listen to me! She's trying to divide us! She wants the family trust all to herself!
David: Don't call me darling, Victoria. You've been embezzling from my father's foundation since the day we signed our prenup.
Victoria: That prenup guarantees me thirty percent of the estate liquid assets!
David: Read section four of your prenup, Victoria. Any act of domestic abuse or financial fraud voids your share completely.
Victoria: Abuse?! I gave her a simple reprimand for being sloppy!
David: You slapped her, shoved her onto marble, and poured champagne over her head while screaming insults!
Victoria: It was an argument between women! It happens!
David: Look up at the ceiling, Victoria.
Victoria slowly raised her head, staring at the small, dark glass dome mounted right above the gold-trimmed arches[cite: 1].
Victoria: That... that camera is just for security...
David: That camera broadcasts a 4K direct live feed to the estate legal team's main server.
Clara: My attorney, Mr. Lawson, has been watching this entire hallway scene from his office downtown.
Victoria's hands began to shake violently against her metallic gold gown[cite: 1].
Victoria: You... you recorded me...?
David: Every single second. Every slap, every shove, every drop of wine you poured on my niece.
Victoria: Niece...? She's your niece?!
David: She is my brother's only daughter, and the majority shareholder of this entire mansion.
Victoria: David, please! I didn't know! I swear I didn't know!
David: That makes it worse, Victoria. It means you treat people like garbage simply because you think they have no power to fight back.
Clara: I asked you for help three weeks ago when the kitchen staff's wages were delayed, Victoria. Do you remember what you told me?
Victoria: Clara, please... I was stressed about the charity gala!
Clara: You told me that servants don't need money on time because we don't have real lives.
Victoria: I was joking! It was a bad joke!
David: The police are pulling through the outer gates right now, Victoria.