David pulled his sleek mobile phone from his inner suit jacket pocket quickly.
He dialed a saved direct number and pressed the speaker button right away.
A clear professional voice echoed into the quiet, high-ceilinged mansion foyer.
Lawyer: Hello David, I have the emergency restraining order ready for signature.
David: Good. Please send the local sheriff deputies to my primary residence now.
Victoria gasped loudly and reached out to try to grab the mobile phone.
David stepped back gracefully, keeping his arm far out of her desperate reach.
Victoria: Are you out of your mind?! You are calling the police on me?!
David: I am reporting embezzlement, child endangerment, and unlawful domestic cruelty.
Lawyer: The police officers are already two minutes away from your front gate, David.
David: Thank you, Arthur. Please meet us at the county courthouse at five.
David ended the call and slipped the device back into his tailored pocket.
Victoria looked around the opulent mansion, her eyes wide with sudden panic.
She realized that her comfortable lifestyle of extreme luxury was ending immediately.
Victoria: David, please! We can talk about this privately like civilized adults!
David: You showed no civilization when you put a broom in my daughter's hands.
Victoria: I will return every single cent of the money I transferred out!
David: You will return it through the formal legal system during trial court.
The bright flashing lights of two police cruisers appeared down the long driveway.
Tire gravel crunched softly outside as the emergency vehicles came to a stop.
Victoria ran toward the front oak door, trying to lock the heavy bolts.
David grabbed the handle first and opened the door wide to the afternoon light.
Two uniformed deputies stepped up the stone stairs with stern expressions on face.
Deputy: Mr. Vance? We received an urgent call regarding domestic financial fraud.