Eleanor: Nobody moves a muscle until I say so.
Guard: Ma'am, look at the main entrance monitors.
Eleanor: I don't care about monitors, clear this lobby right now.
Guard: We have a major breach at the security desk.
Eleanor turned her head away from the kneeling figure, her irritation spiking sharply.
Eleanor: What kind of breach? Didn't I lock down the entire perimeter?
Guard: The federal override codes just bypassed our master system.
A police officer standing near the front pillar stared down at his communication device. Static crackled loudly through the small handheld speaker before a sharp radio beep cut through the tension.
Officer: Control room, we have an unauthorized frequency takeover across all corporate channels.
Eleanor: Shut that radio off immediately!
Officer: I can't, ma'am. The transmission is coming from inside the boardroom.
Eleanor's face tightened into an anxious frown as she took a step backward[cite: 1]. The beige-coated figure on the floor slowly began to shift. The person rose to their feet with fluid, unhurried grace. Eleanor tried to step forward to deliver another blow, but her limbs suddenly felt heavy. With one swift motion, the hooded coat and cap were thrown aside. A sleek black leather outfit gleamed under the overhead chandeliers. A heavy, diamond-encrusted "SM" necklace rested against the stranger's collarbone, catching the brilliant light. Fabric swished sharply as the stranger turned completely around. Eleanor froze in her tracks, her mouth parting in sudden, paralyzing disbelief.
Eleanor: No... that's impossible. You were supposed to be locked out of the trust.
Victoria: Did you really think a few drops of wine would wash away twenty years of family history?
Eleanor: Security! Drag this imposter out of my sight right now!
Victoria: Your security team takes orders from the actual board of directors, Eleanor.
Eleanor: I am the sole chairwoman of this empire!
Victoria: Not anymore.