Eleanor: Julian! What is she talking about?! What Nassau accounts?!
Julian: Mother... keep quiet! Don't say another word in front of the board members!
Victoria: It's too late to keep quiet, Julian. The state prosecutor received the full paper trail thirty minutes ago.
Victoria stood up slowly from the floor, holding five-year-old Lily securely in her arms. The child buried her face into Victoria's dark purple velvet gown, her small arms wrapped tight around her mother's neck as her crying slowed into soft whimpers.
Victoria: Arthur, step forward, please.
A tall man in a dark grey suit stepped out from the main entrance archway, holding a dark leather document binder stamped with a federal court seal.
Arthur: Good evening, CEO Vance. I have the unsealed probate records from the state supreme court.
Eleanor: Arthur Vance?! What are you doing in my house?!
Arthur: This isn't your house anymore, Eleanor. The state judge finalized the foreclosure execution an hour ago due to gross default and fraud.
Eleanor: Foreclosure?! You can't foreclose on the Sterling estate! This is a historical landmark!
Arthur: The landmark status was revoked when your son pledged the primary land deed as collateral for his illegal wire transfers to the Bahamas, Mrs. Sterling.
High-society guests pulled out their smartphones, recording video clips and taking photos as Eleanor scrambled to her feet, her champagne gown rustling against the marble tile.
Guest A: Did Arthur Vance just say the estate is being foreclosed on?!
Guest B: Look at Julian! He pledged the family house for gambling debts!
Eleanor: Shut up! All of you, shut up and leave my mansion!
Victoria: They don't have to leave, Eleanor. You do.
Victoria reached out, taking the brown leather binder from Arthur's hands and opening it under the bright chandelier lights.
Victoria: Read Clause Four of the Vance Primary Deed, Eleanor. Read who owns the biological rights to the Sterling Trust.