Two tall security guards in black suits walked quickly into the hall, standing beside Brandon.
Head Guard: Yes, Mr. Sterling?
Brandon: Escort Miss Victoria to her office, allow her five minutes to collect her personal purse, and then walk her to the street.
Victoria: Get your hands off me! I am not going anywhere!
Margarethe: Oh, you are going somewhere, Victoria. But before you leave, we need to discuss the offshore transfers.
Victoria's eyes widened in sudden, absolute terror.
Victoria: What... what offshore transfers?
Margarethe: The two hundred thousand dollars you moved from the hotel charity fund into a private bank account in the Cayman Islands last Tuesday.
Brandon: Mother... what are you talking about?
Margarethe: I didn't just come here to test her manners, Brandon. I brought our corporate auditor with me.
An elderly man in a dark suit stepped out from behind a marble pillar, holding a leather briefcase.
Auditor: Good afternoon, Mr. Sterling. The forensic audit was completed twenty minutes ago.
Victoria: You... you audited my books without my permission?!
Auditor: As primary trustee of the Sterling Estate, Mrs. Margarethe Sterling has absolute legal authority to inspect all financial accounts at any time.
Brandon: Victoria... did you steal from our charity foundation?
Victoria: Brandon, it was an investment! I was going to put the money back next month!
Brandon: That money was meant for the children's hospital wing!
Victoria: My father's real estate firm was going into foreclosure! I had to save his business!
Margarethe: So you stole from sick children to save a corrupt real estate company?
Victoria: It wasn't stealing! It was a short-term corporate loan!
Auditor: A loan requires board approval, Miss Victoria. You forged Mrs. Sterling's signature on the wire transfer authorization form.
Brandon: Forgery?! You forged my mother's name?!
Victoria: She was in Ohio! She wasn't answering her mail! I had no choice!