Victoria: You traitor! I paid you three hundred thousand dollars last month to handle the probate transition!
Julian: You paid me to review documents that you swore were legally binding[cite: 1]. You omitted the fact that federal forensic investigators were currently analyzing your signature filings[cite: 1].
Samantha: Hand me the folder, Julian[cite: 1].
Julian stepped into the circle of light, opening his leather briefcase and handing a thick blue folder over to Samantha[cite: 1]. Samantha took it calmly with her black leather gloves, her face stone-cold as she looked down at the woman on the floor[cite: 1].
Samantha: Inside this folder is the complete financial audit of Vance Enterprises from the past five years[cite: 1].
Victoria: You can't show company documents to the public! That's a violation of corporate non-disclosure agreements!
Samantha: When a company is being used as a front for international money laundering and wire fraud, non-disclosure agreements become completely void[cite: 1].
Guest 1: Money laundering? Did she say money laundering?
Guest 2: Look at Victoria's face... she looks terrified!
Victoria: Don't listen to her! She's using fake documents to ruin my family's reputation on the night of my son's engagement!
Samantha: Where is your son tonight, Victoria?
Victoria: He's... he's upstairs getting dressed for his announcement speech!
Samantha: Your son isn't upstairs getting dressed[cite: 1]. Your son was detained at O'Hare International Airport forty-five minutes ago while trying to board a private flight to Zurich[cite: 1].
Victoria: What? No... Christopher wouldn't leave without me!
Samantha: He took three carry-on bags containing twelve million dollars in bearer bonds and cash[cite: 1]. He tried to leave you behind to take the fall for the entire fraud operation[cite: 1].
Victoria: You're lying! Christopher loves me! He would never leave his mother!
Julian: I spoke directly to the arresting federal agents ten minutes ago, Victoria[cite: 1]. Christopher has already signed a preliminary cooperation agreement in exchange for a reduced sentence[cite: 1]. He gave them full access to your private laptop safe[cite: 1].
Victoria gasped loudly, putting her hands over her face as heavy sobs began racking her shoulders[cite: 1]. The arrogant posture she had walked into the ballroom with was completely gone[cite: 1].
Victoria: He gave them the laptop? My baby boy gave them the laptop?
Samantha: He sold you out to save his own neck, just like you sold out my father five years ago[cite: 1].
Victoria: I built this empire! I worked eighteen hours a day to keep this family at the top of Chicago society!
Samantha: You didn't build an empire, Victoria. You stole a dead man's life's work and spent five years throwing lavish parties while his real daughter worked two jobs to pay off the legal debts you saddled her with[cite: 1].
Victoria: You... you were supposed to be broke! How did you hire private investigators? How did you pay for federal audits?
Samantha: I didn't have to pay for the federal audits, Victoria. The Internal Revenue Service and the Department of Justice do those for free when you hand them five years of encrypted bank records[cite: 1].
Victoria: Who gave you those records? Nobody had access to my personal computer!
Samantha: The maid you underpaid and physically verbally abused for four years[cite: 1].