Eleanor: Julian, listen to reason! If you announce these children to the press, the stock value of Vance Logistics will plummet overnight! The board will demand a full restructuring!
Julian: Let it plummet. I'd rather lose every dollar in the stock market than live under the same roof as a child-abusing monster.
Eleanor: You need my voting shares on the executive board! Without me, your sister's husband will take control of the firm!
Julian: You don't have voting shares anymore, Eleanor. The moment you committed a felony on estate grounds, your executive proxy was automatically revoked under my father's original will terms.
Eleanor: That's a lie! My lawyers drafted that agreement!
Julian: Your lawyers work for the company, Eleanor. And as CEO, I fired them two hours ago.
Julian stood up, pulling Maya, Lily, and Leo toward the grand foyer where the sound of party music was suddenly cut short by the loud wail of approaching police sirens echoing outside the front gates.
Eleanor: You called the police to our gala?! In front of the mayor and the state senators?!
Julian: I called the federal authorities and child protective services. They're going to search every single inch of this mansion, including that little secret compartment you built behind the portrait.
Eleanor: Guards! Lock the front doors! Don't let anyone in!
Julian: I wouldn't do that if I were you. The officers outside have a federal search warrant and full authorization to use force.
The heavy front doors of the mansion were pushed open as six armed state troopers and two federal agents poured into the bright, white-walled foyer. The wealthy gala guests gasped, backing away toward the grand staircase as the officers marched straight toward Eleanor Vance.