Maya slowly uncurled her tiny fingers to reveal a small plastic object.
A tiny black micro memory card lay safely in her small hand.
Victoria: Where did you find this little card, sweetheart?
Maya: Daddy hid it inside his old desk drawer last month.
Eleanor lunged forward with her arms outstretched toward the small child.
Eleanor: Give that small memory drive to me this right now!
The guard stepped firmly into Eleanor's path and held up his hand.
Guard: Do not make another movement toward the child, ma'am.
Eleanor stopped in her tracks while trembling with pure unbridled rage.
Victoria: What is saved on this drive, my sweet girl?
Maya: Grandma told Daddy to hide this memory card before he died.
Victoria: Did your grandmother threaten your father about this specific device?
Maya: Yes, but Daddy told me to save it if anything happened.
Victoria took the small plastic memory card gently from her daughter's palm.
She held it up close to the bright sunlight streaming through windows.
Eleanor backed up against the dark bookshelf while breathing very heavily.
Eleanor: That card contains private corporate files that you cannot legally view!
Victoria: If it belonged to my husband, I have every single right.
Eleanor: You are destroying the legacy of this entire family business!
Victoria pulled her mobile phone out from her navy blue leather purse.
She slipped the micro drive into the tiny reader attachment on her phone.
Eleanor wiped a bead of cold sweat from her pale porcelain forehead.
Victoria: Let us see what secrets you tried so hard to hide.
A small blue light began flashing rapidly on the tiny electronic reader.
The screen lit up with several folders marked with thick red labels.
Maya held her mother's left hand tightly while watching the small screen.
Victoria tapped the very first video file listed on the digital screen.
A recorded voice began playing clearly through the tiny phone speakers.