Richard: Why is your pocket buzzing?
Sarah: It is just an alarm.
Richard: Turn it off. You are ruining the classical music.
Victoria: Give me the phone, Sarah. Servants shouldn't have phones while working.
Sarah: No. It is my private property.
Richard: You don't have private property in this mansion. Hand it over.
Sarah: Back away from me, Richard.
Richard: Don't make me take it from you by force. Not in front of the mayor.
Sarah slowly pulled the white smartphone from her pocket. The screen was flashing with a text message.
Victoria: Who is messaging you at nine o'clock at night?
Sarah: Just a friend from my old neighborhood.
Richard: Let me see that.
Richard snatched the phone from her hand. He looked at the locked screen.
Richard: The sender name just says 'Eagle'. Who is Eagle?
Sarah: I told you, an old friend.
Victoria: She is probably buying drugs. That explains the erratic behavior.
Richard: Unlock the screen, Sarah. I want to read the message.
Sarah: No. You have no right to read my messages.
Richard: I am your husband. I have every right.
Sarah: We are getting a divorce. The papers are already filed.
Richard: Good luck paying a divorce lawyer with a frozen bank account.
Victoria: Just throw the phone in the basin, Richard. She is wasting our time.
Richard: Good idea, sister.
Sarah: Don't you dare! I need that phone.
Richard: Then unlock it right now, or it goes into the soapy water.
Sarah stared at him. She calculated the risk. The message was already delivered, she just needed to read the exact words.
Sarah: Fine. Hand it here.
She typed in her passcode. She quickly glanced at the preview text before handing it back to Richard.
Richard: Let's see what you are hiding.
Richard squinted at the screen. His smug expression didn't change at first.
Richard: It says, 'The package is secure. Both just confirmed it. We are moving in.'
Victoria: What does that mean? What package?
Richard: It sounds like a cheap delivery service. Did you order something online?
Sarah: You could say that.
Richard: Well, you used my credit card, so I am canceling the order tomorrow.
Victoria: Give her the phone back. I want her to finish washing my feet before the speeches begin.
Richard tossed the phone into Sarah's lap. He took another sip of champagne.
Richard: Clean up this mess when you are done. The floor is getting wet.
Sarah: You have no idea what is about to happen, do you?
Richard: Stop talking in riddles. You sound crazy.
Sarah: That message wasn't from a delivery driver.
Victoria: We don't care who it was from. Just scrub.
Sarah: It was from the federal banking commission.
Richard froze. The champagne glass stopped halfway to his mouth.
Richard: The federal banking commission? Why would they text you?
Sarah: They wouldn't. But their lead fraud investigator would.