Sarah: How does it feel to finally face some consequences?
Eleanor: Ah! You absolute lunatic!
Eleanor clutched her burning cheek, screaming in shock and pain as blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth.
Sarah: That was for every single year of psychological torture you put my father through.
Eleanor: Security! Where are the guards?! Arrest this violent criminal immediately!
Sarah: Guards won't help you now, Eleanor. Your corporate credit cards were frozen twenty minutes ago.
Eleanor: You're lying! Arthur, tell her she's lying!
Arthur stood near the decorated dining table, his face draining of all color as he stared in absolute horror at the unfolding chaos.
Arthur: Sarah, have you completely lost your mind?! You just assaulted the primary stakeholder of Mercer Holdings!
Sarah: Mercer Holdings legally belongs to me under the original trust clause signed in 2010.
Arthur: We burned those documents years ago! They don't exist anymore!
Sarah: Did you really think I wouldn't keep digital backups with the federal district attorney?
Eleanor staggered backward against a towering tier of champagne glasses, her beige outfit stained with a drop of blood from her lip.
Eleanor: Arthur, do something! Don't just stand there like a frightened child!
Arthur: I can't fix this if what she's saying about the federal audit is true.
Sarah: It's entirely true, Arthur. And you're next on the indictment list.
Eleanor: Someone drag her out of this ballroom before I lose my temper completely!
Sarah: You already lost everything, Eleanor. You just haven't realized it yet.
The string quartet stopped playing abruptly, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence hanging over the terrified guests.
Guest: Did she just say federal indictment?
Guest: Look at Arthur's face—he looks like he's about to pass out.
Sarah: Keep whispering. It makes the final reckoning so much sweeter.
Eleanor: You'll spend the rest of your life in a prison cell for this physical attack.
Sarah: Assault is a misdemeanor, Eleanor. Grand larceny and corporate embezzlement carry twenty years.
Arthur: Sarah, please... let's talk about this in private in the back office.
Sarah: There is no private office anymore. The federal marshals are already securing the front gates.