Richard: Where... where did you get this?
Victoria: Pick it up, Richard. Read the label on it.
Richard's hand shook as his fingers brushed the cold metal on the marble floor.
Richard: You couldn't have accessed those files. My server has three layers of encryption!
Victoria: You left your office laptop open during the charity committee meeting last Tuesday.
Richard: You spied on me?
Victoria: I protected my family. There's a big difference.
Toby: Mommy, is he going to hurt us again?
Victoria: No, baby. He's never going to hurt anyone ever again.
She stroked Toby's soft hair, pulling him closer while staring down at the man on his knees.
Richard: Victoria, listen to me. We can work this out. We don't need to involve the board or the press.
Victoria: Work it out? You shoved an eight-year-old child onto marble because you thought you owned this room.
Richard: It was an accident! I lost my temper!
Victoria: You didn't lose your temper. You've been a bully your whole life.
A tall man in a navy blue suit pushed through the surrounding crowd of donors. Charles, the chairman of the museum board, stepped into the open space.
Charles: What on earth is happening here? Richard, why are you on the floor?
Richard: Charles! Thank God. This woman is making wild accusations and assaulting me!
Victoria: Ask him about the four million dollars missing from the museum expansion trust fund, Charles.
Charles froze, his eyes shifting from Victoria to Richard.
Charles: What did you just say?
Victoria: The trust fund that Richard has been managing for the past two years. Check that USB drive.
Richard: She's lying! She forged whatever is on that drive!
Victoria: It contains bank wire logs from the Caymans. Signed by your private digital key, Richard.
Charles: Is this true, Richard?
Richard: Of course not! I built this foundation!
Victoria: You stole from the foundation. Just like you stole from my late husband's estate when he was too sick to check the ledgers.
Richard: Your husband was my business partner! I saved his company from bankruptcy!
Victoria: You drove him into stress that ruined his health while you siphoned off his company shares!
Toby looked up at Charles, his cheek still red from where he had fallen.
Toby: He pushed me real hard, sir. I didn't even do anything to him.
Charles: Someone call museum security immediately. And call the police department.
Richard: Charles, wait! You can't believe this woman over me! We've known each other for twenty years!
Charles: That's why I'm calling them, Richard. Because I know you very well, and I know how you operate.
Victoria: The files were already emailed to the federal prosecutor ten minutes before I walked into this building.
Richard stared at her, his lips quivering as he realized the net had already closed around him.
Richard: You set me up. You brought me here on purpose.
Victoria: I brought you here to expose you in front of the people whose money you stole.
Richard: You bitch... you ruined my life!
Victoria: You ruined your own life the moment you put your hands on my son.
Two uniformed security guards approached from the main entrance, walking quickly toward the group.
Guard: Sir, we need you to step away from the lady and stay right where you are.
Richard: Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am?!
Victoria: Everyone in this room knows who you are now, Richard.