Ethan: Stay with me, baby girl. Daddy is taking you far away from this nightmare.
The wail of police sirens cut through the pristine morning air, echoing against the marble pillars of the grand entrance.
Officer: Freeze! Nobody move! Stay right where you are!
Two uniformed police officers rushed through the massive double doors, their hands resting on their utility belts.
Ethan: Up here! On the balcony! She tried to murder my daughter!
Eleanor: Officer, do not listen to him! He is unstable, he threatened me, and he's trying to steal my estate!
Officer: Ma'am, step away from the edge. Multiple witnesses below already gave us matching statements.
Eleanor: Statements? They are paid guests of the Sterling family foundation! They have no idea what actually happened!
Officer: We have security footage from three different angles, Mrs. Sterling. Put your hands behind your back.
Eleanor: You cannot touch me! Do you know who my divorce lawyer is? Do you know my net worth?
Officer: Your net worth doesn't buy your way out of a felony charge. Turn around now.
Ethan watched from the landing below, holding his daughter tightly as the silver cuffs clicked around Eleanor's wrists.
Ethan: Justice has a funny way of catching up to corrupt billionaires, doesn't it?
Eleanor: You think you've won, Ethan, but the family business will crush you into dust before the trial even begins.
Ethan: Let it try. My daughter is alive, and you are going away for a very long time.
The officers escorted Eleanor down the grand staircase, her red dress trailing against the steps like a stain of spilled wine.
Onlooker: Good riddance! Monster!
Eleanor: Silence, you fools! You'll all be facing lawsuits by morning!
Ethan: Keep walking, Eleanor. Your boardroom days are officially over.