Chloe: A federal warrant?! This is a domestic misunderstanding! Daniel, tell them to stop!
Daniel: I am not telling them anything, Chloe. You belong in a holding cell.
Chloe: You can't arrest me! My father is a senior partner at Vance and Associates!
Detective Vance: Your father was arrested at his Miami office an hour ago, Miss Vance. He was named as a co-conspirator in the illegal wire transfer scheme.
Chloe: What?! My father was arrested?!
Detective Vance: He gave a full statement to federal agents thirty minutes ago, confirming that you provided the forged digital signatures from the Sterling estate computer.
Chloe let out a sharp, hysterical scream, thrashing her arms as the two uniformed officers stepped forward and pulled her hands behind her gold satin gown.
The cold, metallic click of handcuffs echoed sharply through the high-ceilinged foyer, cutting through the bright morning light.
Chloe: Get your hands off me! Do you know how much this dress cost?!
Detective Vance: The dress is evidence now, Miss Vance. Watch your head.
Chloe: Daniel! Please! Tell your mother to drop the charges! I'll give the money back! Every single cent!
Daniel: The money was recovered by the federal bank auditors twenty minutes ago, Chloe. You have nothing left to trade.
Chloe: You ruined my life! You tricked me! Both of you!
Margaret: You ruined your own life the second you decided that wealth gave you permission to be cruel to people who couldn't fight back.
The officers guided Chloe toward the open front doors. Her gold satin dress dragged along the wet marble tiles where she had splashed the cold water just twenty minutes earlier.
Outside on the cobblestone driveway, three police cruisers were parked with their red and blue lights flashing against the manicured green lawn.
A small group of reporters who had been tipped off about the corporate raid stood near the front gates, their camera lenses flashing through the iron bars.
Reporter 1: Miss Vance! Is it true you forged Daniel Sterling's trust fund signature?
Reporter 2: Did your father's firm help you steal two million dollars?
Chloe: Turn those cameras off! Stop filming me!
Officer Davis pushed her head down, forcing her into the back seat of the lead squad car. The heavy metal door slammed shut with a sharp thud, cutting off her shrill shouting.
Inside the grand foyer, Arthur swept the remaining water off the white marble floor, while two housemaids carefully folded the wet grey wig and placed it into a storage box.
Daniel turned toward his mother, his face filled with deep shame and exhaustion.
Daniel: Mom... I am so sorry. I brought that woman into our home. I almost let her ruin everything you built.
Margaret: You fell for a pretty face and a polished mask, Daniel. It happens to the best of men. The important thing is that you saw the truth before you signed that marriage certificate.
Daniel: If you hadn't put on that uniform...
Margaret: A uniform is just cloth, son. Character is what lies underneath it. Never forget that lesson.