Clara: The security logs from the basement archive should prove the document tampering.
Marcus: Are you sure the digital backups weren't wiped by Eleanor's IT team?
Clara: I mirrored the hard drives onto an external drive before they even knew I was in the building.
Marcus: Smart move. Your father looked completely shattered when I spoke to him in the hallway.
Clara: He chose to look the other way for ten years while Eleanor systematically stripped my mother's estate.
Marcus: Complicity is a hard pill to swallow once the federal indictments start dropping.
Clara: He enabled her every step of the way because he liked living in a multi-million-dollar mansion.
Marcus: Well, that mansion is about to be seized by the bank as collateral for the unpaid loans.
Clara: Good. Let them take the walls, the furniture, and every single worthless luxury item.
Marcus: Do you have the original birth certificates and the real trust deeds?
Clara: Right here in the briefcase. Signed by my grandfather before he passed away.
Marcus: That document completely invalidates Eleanor's marriage claim and her inheritance rights.
Clara: Which is exactly why she tried to have me thrown out of the conference room earlier.
Marcus: Your cheek is still bruised from Philip's slap. Do you want to press assault charges?
Clara: Let's start with financial fraud and work our way down to domestic assault.
Marcus: The district attorney's office is already reviewing the wire logs you sent over last night.
Clara: What did they say about the offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands?
Marcus: They're frozen as of twenty minutes ago. Eleanor can't access a single cent.
Clara let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the heavy burden of the past three years finally begin to lift.
Clara: I spent my entire adolescence watching her tear our family apart piece by piece.
Marcus: And today you're dismantling her entire empire in less than an hour.
Clara: Karma has a wonderful way of catching up to people who think they are untouchable.
Marcus: We need to file the civil lawsuit before the board of directors holds their emergency meeting.
Clara: Let's head downtown right now. I want to hand those files to the judge myself.
Marcus: Grab your coat. The car is waiting by the private gate to avoid the press.
Clara: Let the press come. They might as well get a good photo of Eleanor's downfall.
Marcus smiled grimly, unlocking the side exit that led directly to the underground parking garage.
Marcus: After you, Clara. Let's go reclaim your family's legacy.