Vivian stood near the private elevator doors while holding her tight throat.
Her breathing was heavy and ragged as the elevator light stayed completely red.
She leaned her head against the cold wall to keep her feet steady.
Her father voice came through the small phone speaker loud and clear now.
Vivian: Dad, it's time.
Father: Stay right there, they're on their way.
Vivian let out a deep breath she had been holding for many minutes.
Her father was a powerful lawyer who spent forty years in federal courtrooms.
He had spent the last three days collecting real legal evidence against Julian.
He knew Julian was using his company money to cover old personal debts.
He had sent auditors to check the hidden financial files this very morning.
Vivian: He took everything from our company bank account, Dad.
Father: He took nothing that we cannot take back by law today.
Vivian: He lied to my face every single morning for two years.
Father: The police officers are entering the penthouse lobby right now, sweetheart.
Vivian closed her eyes tightly as fresh tears ran down her flushed skin.
She remembered all the nice gifts Julian had bought her last Christmas season.
Now she realized those expensive gifts were purchased with her father stolen money.
The elevator bell chimed softly as the bright metallic doors opened wide up.
Four police officers in dark blue uniforms stepped out into the hallway tile.
They were accompanied by two senior agents holding official white paper warrants today.
The lead officer looked at Vivian and gave her a small gentle nod.
Officer: Is Julian Vance still inside the main ballroom right now, ma'am?
Vivian: Yes, he is standing right near the front central bar area.
Officer: Stay out here in the main lobby where it is completely safe.
Vivian watched the team of six uniformed officers walk toward the double doors.
The hallway was quiet except for the sound of heavy tactical boots walking.