Arthur: Safe thanks to you, my dear. Now, let's discuss your future.
Clara: My future? Sir, I just need to finish my shift so I can go home to my mother.
Arthur: You don't need to work another shift as a waitress ever again, Clara.
Clara: Mr. Vance, I don't want charity. I work hard for my own money.
Arthur: It isn't charity. Tomorrow morning, my legal team is opening a full investigation into Victoria's theft of your mother's medical fund.
Clara: How much was stolen from her?
Arthur: Over five hundred thousand dollars over the last five years, Clara. Money that belonged to your family.
Clara sat back in her chair, tears filling her eyes as she absorbed the news.
Clara: Five hundred thousand... my mother suffered for years because she couldn't afford the best medicine.
Arthur: I will ensure every single dollar is returned to her trust, plus a full settlement from my personal accounts for the pain caused by my late wife's actions.
Clara: I don't know what to say, Mr. Vance... thank you.
Arthur: Don't thank me yet. I also want to offer you a permanent position at Vance Enterprises.
Clara: A position? I'm still completing my business degree.
Arthur: I need an assistant director for our charitable foundation—someone who actually has integrity, courage, and a heart for people.
Clara: Assistant director? But I'm only twenty-two!
Arthur: You showed more leadership today than my entire board of directors combined. The job is yours if you want it.
Clara: On one condition, Mr. Vance.
Arthur: Name it.
Clara: My mother gets to oversee the medical grant department. She knows better than anyone what families in need are going through.
Arthur let out a warm, genuine laugh, the first smile to cross his face all afternoon.
Arthur: Deal, Clara. Deal.