Two Dallas police officers walked through the open front doors, their heavy black boots thudding against the marble floor of the foyer.
Officer Davis: Mr. Marcus Sterling?
Marcus: Right here, Officer. The suspect is on the second-floor balcony.
Officer Davis: Ma'am, please walk down the stairs slowly with your hands where we can see them.
Evelyn: Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am?! I am Evelyn Sterling!
Officer Davis: I don't care if you're the mayor, ma'am. You're under arrest for felony aggravated assault, attempted grand larceny, and corporate fraud.
The second officer walked up the grand staircase, grabbing Evelyn's arms firmly behind her back. A sharp, metallic click rang out as the steel handcuffs locked around her thin wrists.
Evelyn: AHH! You're hurting my hands! Marcus, tell them to stop!
Marcus: I gave you thirty years of respect, Evelyn. You threw it away for a pile of pearls and a fake sense of power.
Evelyn: You'll regret this! You won't survive running the company without my social connections!
Victoria: The company survived your spending habits for thirty years, Evelyn. It will do just fine without you.
The police officer guided the screaming woman down the grand wooden staircase, stepping past the scattered white pearls on the floor.
Evelyn: Victoria, you miserable little street rat! You ruined my life!
Victoria: You ruined your own life the moment you picked up those scissors.
The heavy front doors shut behind the officers, cutting off Evelyn's screeching voice as she was led out to the marked