Victoria: "You think calling the cops frightens me?! My father's legal team will have me out on bail before the sun sets!"
Brandon: "Not when they see page three of that drive."
Victoria: "What... what are you talking about?"
Maya stepped forward, pointing at the tablet screen with a calm, steady hand[cite: 1].
Maya: "There are offshore banking transfer receipts on that drive, Victoria. Signed by you and Arthur Vance."
Brandon: "You've been embezzling from the corporate charity fund too?"
Maya: "Fourteen million dollars over thirty-six months, routed through shell companies in the Cayman Islands."
Victoria: "You... you little rat! How did you get those bank statements?!"
Maya: "You left your encrypted laptop logged in on the desk last Tuesday while you were at the spa. I took photo backups of every ledger."
Victoria: "You were hired to clean floors, not spy on my life!"
Maya: "I was hired to take care of this family. When I saw you treating this precious child like a bargaining chip, I made sure I had enough evidence to destroy you."
Victoria's eyes darted frantically around the penthouse, realizing her options were rapidly shrinking[cite: 1]. She made a sudden dash toward the front foyer, aiming for the private elevator doors[cite: 1].
Brandon: "Don't bother, Victoria."
Brandon pressed the wall control unit near the kitchen island[cite: 1]. A heavy metallic click echoed down the hallway as the private elevator doors locked into emergency hold mode[cite: 1].
Victoria: "Unlock the doors! Let me out of here!"
Brandon: "You aren't going anywhere until NYPD gets up here."
Victoria: "Arthur will destroy you, Brandon! He controls half the board of directors! When he finds out you locked me in here, he'll initiate a hostile takeover by tomorrow morning!"
Brandon: "Arthur Vance is being arrested at his Midtown office as we speak."
Victoria: "What?!"
Brandon: "I sent a copy of that red drive to the District Attorney's office ten minutes before I walked through those doors. Maya texted me a preview of the files while I was downstairs in the lobby."
Victoria staggered backward, collapsing against the white wall[cite: 1]. Her breathing became shallow as the full reality of her downfall set in[cite: 1]. The invincible heiress was trapped in her own luxury cage[cite: 1].
Maya: "Mr. Sterling, Sophie is getting scared from all the noise. May I take her into the nursery?"
Brandon: "Yes, Maya. Please. Take her inside. Thank you..."
Maya: "You don't need to thank me. Just make sure she never has to deal with this woman ever again."
Maya carried the sleeping infant down the carpeted hallway, closing the heavy wooden nursery door behind her[cite: 1]. Seconds later, the muffled sound of police sirens echoed up from the street, sixty stories below[cite: 1].