Julian stood near the wide window in the executive boardroom, sipping his black coffee quietly.
His sister Evelyn sat nearby on the plush leather couch wearing a high-end designer dress.
Evelyn was holding a glass of fresh orange juice while scrolling casually on her tablet computer.
Julian adjusted his grey suit jacket with a satisfied smile across his sharp face.
He believed his secret corporate deal was completely locked behind encrypted legal firewalls.
The heavy boardroom doors suddenly swung open with a loud, echoey thud against the wall.
Clara stepped inside the bright room, holding a thick red folder firmly in her hand.
Julian turned around with a slightly annoyed expression written across his polished features.
Julian: Clara, what are you doing here before the official afternoon briefing starts?
Clara threw the red folder directly onto the center of the polished glass table between them.
Clara: I think you should take a look at these financial transfer papers right now.
Julian raised an eyebrow and walked slowly toward the table without showing any visible panic.
Julian: I have no idea what useless paperwork you are throwing at me, Clara.
Clara: You drafted a fraudulent contract to steal my father's majority voting power!
Evelyn stopped scrolling on her tablet and looked up with a startled expression on her face.
Evelyn: Julian, what is she talking about right now?
Julian: Keep your mouth shut, Evelyn, she doesn't know what she is reading.
Julian stepped closer to Clara with a harsh, aggressive glare burning in his dark eyes.
Julian: You are out of your depth, Clara, and you need to leave this room immediately.
Clara: I am not going anywhere until you sign the resignation papers right here.
Julian stepped forward and snatched the printed documents straight out of her open hands violently.
He ripped the papers into small pieces and slammed his fist down onto the hard table surface.
Julian: You have no power here, Clara! Nobody is coming to save your foolish father!
Clara felt a sudden burst of intense anger rise deep inside her chest at his words.
She stepped back slightly and pulled her smartphone quickly from her inner coat pocket.
Julian lunged forward to grab the phone away from her hand before she could hit dial.
Clara dodged his reach and pressed the single primary speed dial button on the glass screen.
She placed the phone close to her lips while staring straight into Julian's panicking face.
Clara: Dad, destroy his life right now.
The cold, steady tone in her sharp voice echoed through the vast, quiet conference room.
Julian froze in his tracks as the blood drained instantly from his reddish cheeks.
His confident posture collapsed completely as the sheer gravity of her action hit him.
Julian: Who was that on the phone? Who did you just call, Clara!
Evelyn gasped loudly on the couch and dropped her glass of orange juice straight down.
The heavy glass shattered instantly across the white marble floor into dozens of sharp pieces.
Orange juice splashed wildly across the shiny floor and the bottom of Evelyn's silver heels.
Clara lowered her phone slowly while holding her head high with unyielding confidence.
Clara: You just signed your own execution order, Julian.