Eleanor: This is a corporate coup! The board will never ratify this takeover!
Victoria: The board already ratified it unanimously twenty minutes ago.
Eleanor: Lies! Every single director is loyal to my financial vision!
Victoria: They were loyal to your money, Eleanor. Once the accounts were frozen, loyalty vanished.
Eleanor pushed herself up onto her elbows, her face flushed with a mixture of rage and humiliation.
Eleanor: You froze my personal trust accounts? On what legal grounds?!
Victoria: Embezzlement, tax evasion, and misappropriation of charity funds.
Eleanor: The government wouldn't dare touch my assets without a three-month audit!
Victoria: We bypassed the audit by handing the federal prosecutor your direct wire logs.
Victoria raised her hand smoothly into the air. A sharp, crisp finger snap cut through the tense quiet of the foyer. Above them, the massive digital projection screen flickered to life with a soft hum. A tense dramatic musical hit echoed from the recessed ceiling speakers. The giant display screen shifted from the corporate logo to a high-resolution live feed of Victoria. Bold golden letters scrolled across the bottom banner reading CHAIRMAN - SINCLAIR EMPIRE. Security personnel and corporate staff looked up in stunned silence, watching the transition of power unfold in real time. Eleanor turned her head slowly toward the giant screen, the bright lights reflecting off her tear-filled eyes.
Eleanor: No... that screen is hacked! Turn it off!
Victoria: It's broadcasting live to every branch office across the country.
Eleanor: You're destroying everything your father worked for!
Victoria: My father built this empire to help people, not to fund your luxury villas.
Eleanor: I demand a formal shareholder vote right this second!
Victoria: Votes require shareholders, Eleanor. And you've just been voted out.