Arthur: Under section nine of your corporate charter, the primary trustee can freeze all company assets in cases of ethical violation.
Dr. Vance: You wouldn't dare freeze Paragon's accounts! We have fifty active clinical trials!
Arthur: Thomas, did Mr. Cole answer the phone?
Thomas: He is on speakerphone right now, Your Lordship.
Thomas held up his mobile phone, placing it on the glass table near the tea tray.
Marcus Cole: Lord Arthur, the emergency freeze on Paragon Genetics has been executed. All bank accounts, laboratories, and private vehicles are officially impounded by federal authorities.
Dr. Vance: WHAT?! Marcus, you can't do this without a board vote!
Marcus Cole: Lord Arthur holds the majority vote, Dr. Vance. Furthermore, federal agents are raiding your facility downtown as we speak based on security camera evidence provided by estate guards.
Dr. Vance: You traitorous old fool! You ruined a billion-dollar enterprise for a worthless orphan!
Dr. Vance reached into his suit jacket, reaching for a silver hand pistol concealed inside his holster.
Arthur: Don't even try it, Victor.
Before Dr. Vance could draw his weapon, two estate bodyguards lunged from behind the white marble pillars.
A swift kick struck Dr. Vance's wrist, sending the handgun clattering across the marble floor.
The second bodyguard grabbed Dr. Vance by his collar, slamming him face-first onto the hard stone tiles.
Dr. Vance: AHH! Get off me! Do you know who I am?!
Bodyguard 1: You're a federal prisoner now, doctor. Keep your face on the floor.