Victoria: Forgery?! Are you accusing your own mother of a crime in front of our board of directors?
Brandon: I am not accusing you, Victoria. I am proving it. My legal team verified that you forged my signature on fake divorce papers six months ago while I was overseas.
Investor 1: Is this true, Victoria? Did you forge corporate and civil documents?
Victoria: It's a lie! Brandon, you've been brainwashed by this gold-digger! I did everything to protect our family's reputation!
Lucia: You didn't protect the family, Victoria. You paid four guards to break into our private residence, steal my personal belongings, and drag me out into the street while I was sick with early pregnancy symptoms.
Victoria: You were a nobody! A girl raised in foster care! You didn't belong in our world! You were going to ruin our family's social standing!
Brandon: The only person who ruined this family's standing is you, Mother. You forced my pregnant wife to live in a tiny basement room and work twelve-hour cleaning shifts just to survive!
A collective gasp echoed through the crowded ballroom as the guests began whispering furiously among themselves.
Guest 1: She forced a pregnant woman onto the street? How utterly monstrous!
Guest 2: And she pretended to be a refined philanthropist... what a cruel, fake woman!
Victoria: Quiet! All of you, quiet! Brandon, you can't do this to me! I am your mother! I raised you!
Brandon: A real mother doesn't try to destroy her son's happiness. A real human being doesn't abuse a helpless pregnant woman.
Victoria: You need my vote on the board to keep control of the company! If you turn against me, I will vote with the rival investors to remove you as CEO!
Brandon: Check page four of that folder, Victoria.
Victoria's hands trembled as she snatched up the papers, her eyes scanning down the bold black print as her face drained of all color.
Brandon: Because of your criminal forgery and misuse of company funds to pay off guards and temp agencies, the board has officially revoked your voting rights. As of eight o'clock tonight, you are completely stripped of your executive title.
Victoria: No... no! You can't do this! This is my house! My legacy!
Brandon: This house belongs to the Vance Trust. The trust that is now managed exclusively by me and my wife, Lucia.
Two city police officers stepped through the open double doors of the ballroom, their heavy boots echoing against the marble floor as they walked straight toward Victoria.
Police Officer: Victoria Vance? You are under arrest for grand forgery, illegal eviction, and conspiracy to commit extortion.
Victoria: Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am?! I am Victoria Vance!
Police Officer: Ma'am, place your hands behind your back, or we will add resisting arrest to the charges.
The police snapped heavy steel handcuffs around Victoria's wrists right in front of her high-society peers, who pulled out their smartphones to record every single second of her public humiliation.