Julian: Victoria, you told me her parents died in a car crash in upstate New York thirty years ago.
Victoria: (Sniffling) It was the only way to secure the merger! If the board knew about the kidnapping scandal, our real estate holdings would have collapsed overnight!
Clara: You traded my entire identity for a handful of corporate shares and a luxury penthouse apartment.
Victoria: I gave you the life of a billionaire heiress! Most children in the city would kill for the trust fund I established in your name.
Clara: Money doesn't wash away the fact that you locked me in a gilded cage and controlled every breath I took!
Julian: That explains why you fought so hard against the prenuptial agreement audit last month.
Victoria: Stay out of this, Julian! This is a mother-and-daughter matter!
Julian: A mother-and-daughter matter involving federal child abduction and forged adoption decrees? I don't think so.
The young woman with brown hair cried intensely, looking straight ahead with tear-filled eyes as she stepped away from her adoptive mother.
Clara: Don't you ever touch her again! Call 911 right now!
Julian: My security team is already patching the call through to the district attorney's office, Clara.
Victoria: You're committing financial suicide! The shareholders will vote you out of the CEO seat before midnight!
Julian: Let them vote me out. My conscience is worth a thousand corporate board seats.
The glittering crystal chandeliers overhead seemed to dim as the grim reality of the situation settled over the elite crowd.
Clara: I want every single financial ledger from the past twenty years placed on the federal investigator's desk.
Victoria: Clara, please... we can settle this quietly with our divorce lawyers and a private settlement fund.
Clara: There is no settlement big enough to buy back twenty stolen years of my life.
How will the corrupt matriarch attempt to salvage her crumbling reputation as the authorities close in?