Guest 3: The police are here!
Guest 4: Look out the window, there are four federal cruisers pulling up right to the front steps!
The double oak doors of the ballroom burst open with a heavy thud[cite: 1]. Six armed federal agents in dark blue jackets with gold letters marched into the room, led by a tall female agent holding a red folder[cite: 1].
Agent Miller: Federal Bureau of Investigation! Everyone remain calm and keep your hands visible!
Victoria: Agent! Thank God! This woman assaulted me in front of three hundred witnesses! Look at my back, look at my dress!
Agent Miller: Are you Victoria Vance?
Victoria: Yes! I am the owner of this mansion! I want this woman arrested for physical assault immediately!
Agent Miller: Victoria Vance, I have a federal warrant for your arrest issued by the District Court of Northern Illinois[cite: 1].
Victoria: A warrant? For me? On what grounds?
Agent Miller: You are being charged with eighteen counts of federal wire fraud, conspiracy to commit grand larceny, tax evasion, and first-degree murder in connection with the 2021 death of Arthur Vance[cite: 1].
Victoria: Murder? No! Arthur died of natural causes! His doctor signed the death certificate!
Agent Miller: That doctor lost his medical license two hours ago after confessing to taking two hundred thousand dollars in bribes from your private account to falsify the toxicology reports[cite: 1].
The entire ballroom went completely silent[cite: 1]. Even the waiters holding trays froze in place, staring at Victoria in utter shock[cite: 1].
Victoria: No... no... Dr. Stevens promised me... he promised me the records were sealed!
Samantha: Sealed documents have a habit of opening when light hits them, Victoria[cite: 1].
Agent Miller: Turn around and place your hands behind your back, ma'am.
Victoria: Get your hands off me! Do you know how much money I donate to the police department every year?
Agent Miller: Don't make this harder on yourself than it already is. Cuff her, boys.
Two male agents stepped up, pulling Victoria's arms behind her yellow silk dress and snapping heavy metal handcuffs around her wrists[cite: 1]. Victoria let out a high-pitched, hysterical shriek as the cold steel closed around her skin[cite: 1].
Victoria: Samantha! Stop them! Tell them it was all a misunderstanding! I'll give you the whole estate! I'll give you everything!
Samantha: You can't give me what is already legally mine, Victoria[cite: 1].
Victoria: You ruined me! You brought me down in front of everyone I know!
Samantha: You brought yourself down the day you decided to poison a good man for his money[cite: 1].
The agents hoisted Victoria up from the floor, forcing her to walk down the center aisle of the ballroom[cite: 1]. The guests pulled back as she passed, avoiding eye contact with her[cite: 1]. Her expensive yellow dress was torn at the hem, her makeup ruined by tears, and her bare feet dragged against the polished wood[cite: 1].
Victoria: You think you won, Samantha? You think you're going to sit in my chair at the head of the table?
Samantha: It was never your chair, Victoria[cite: 1]. It had my father's name engraved on the back long before you ever entered this house[cite: 1].