Eleanor: You think a fancy leather suit and a fake necklace change the corporate registry?
Victoria: The registry was updated the moment my father signed the emergency amendment.
Eleanor: That amendment was forged! My lawyers filed an injunction against it last week!
Victoria: Your lawyers are currently sitting in a holding cell downstairs for wire fraud.
Eleanor's hands began to shake despite her fierce attempts to maintain a commanding facade.
Eleanor: You're bluffing. You've always been a pathetic little disappointment.
Victoria: Disappointments learn how to adapt. You just learned how to fall.
Eleanor raised her arm, her fingers curling into a tight fist out of sheer desperation.
Eleanor: I built this corporation from the dirt, and I won't let you ruin it!
Victoria: You built it on stolen shares and forged signatures.
Eleanor lunged forward with a furious screech, aiming a heavy swing straight at Victoria's face. Before her knuckles could even graze the leather collar, a blinding force struck her jaw. The woman in the maroon suit was suddenly slapped back with tremendous force, spinning violently in mid-air. An explosive slap echoed through the lobby like a gunshot. A violent impact rattled the polished floor as Eleanor crashed hard onto the white tiles. Shocked gasps erupted from the surrounding executives and staff members. Eleanor lay sprawled on the floor, her maroon suit scuffed and her silver high heels skittering across the marble[cite: 1].
Eleanor: Ahhh! My jaw... you actually hit me!
Victoria: That was for every innocent employee you wrongfully terminated over the years.
Eleanor: Security! Arrest her for assault! Do you all just stand there?!
Guard: Sorry, Mrs. Sinclair. Our master contracts dictate we follow the majority shareholder.
Victoria: And that would be me.