Marcus: Julian! What did the office say?! Why are you looking like that?!
Julian: We're ruined, Marcus. Everything is gone.
Marcus: What do you mean gone? Call our lawyers! Call the board of directors!
Julian: The board members are the ones who handed the audit files to Arthur's legal team.
Arthur: Greed always leaves a paper trail, Julian. You just happened to hire accountants who preferred a federal plea deal over prison time.
Julian: You orchestrated this entire audit just to ruin our family merger?!
Arthur: I simply accelerated what your own incompetence started. You thought you could embezzle from the community trust fund and buy luxury penthouses without anyone noticing?
The murmurs among the waiting passengers grew louder as the word embezzlement traveled through the crowd like wildfire. Several travelers who had been victims of the Vances' corporate predatory loans began cheering openly, clapping their hands as security guards finally pushed through the perimeter. The airport manager stepped forward, holding a digital tablet displaying the emergency federal injunction notice that had just been transmitted to all corporate terminals in the district.
Airport Manager: Julian Vance and Marcus Vance? You're both being detained for trespassing and violation of terminal security protocols pending federal marshals' arrival.
Julian: You can't detain us! We hold platinum frequent flyer status with this airline!
Airport Manager: Platinum status doesn't grant immunity from federal racketeering charges, sir. Put your hands behind your back.
Two uniformed airport police officers stepped up behind the brothers, snapping heavy steel handcuffs around their wrists with sharp, definitive clicks. Marcus shrieked in protest as a female officer hauled him up by his designer jacket, dragging him away toward the security checkpoint while his expensive luggage was kicked aside by frustrated travelers. Julian kept his head bowed low, his tailored suit wrinkled and stained from the terminal floor, refusing to meet the gaze of the hundreds of witnesses recording his disgrace on their phones.
Arthur: Have a safe flight to the federal penitentiary, gentlemen.
Julian: This isn't over, Arthur! Our legal team will appeal this before sunset!
Arthur: Your legal team is currently sitting in holding cells across town answering questions about wire fraud. Save your breath for the magistrate.
The officers hauled the sobbing brothers down the long corridor toward the secure exit, leaving the boarding gate in a state of stunned, euphoric calm. Arthur adjusted his cuffs smoothly, turning his attention back to the airline gate agent who had been watching the entire spectacle with wide, astonished eyes.