The sound of distant police sirens echoed through the bright Dallas morning, growing louder as patrol cars pulled up outside the venue's grand entrance. Two armed police officers hurried into the high-ceilinged room, their eyes scanning the scene of the crime. They saw Victor lying defeated on the marble floor, Claire standing calmly beside the tea tray with her tablet, and Arthur surrounded by panicked executive staff and wealthy investors. The lead officer stepped forward, drawing his notepad as he looked at Arthur and the injured man on the ground.
Police Officer: We got a call about an assault at this address. What happened here?
Arthur: My cousin, Victor Vance, physically assaulted my employee and attempted to steal confidential corporate documents and estate assets.
Victor: She attacked me! Look at my arm! She broke my shoulder!
Police Officer: Sir, calm down. We have over fifty witnesses in this room and security camera footage running above your head.
Claire handed her tablet directly to the police officer, displaying the clear evidence of financial fraud, illegal property transfers, and extortion attempts. The officer skimmed through the documents, nodding slowly as he realized the severe nature of the crimes committed by the man on the floor. He motioned for his partner to handcuff Victor, pulling him up from the marble floor while he groaned in pain and complained about his shoulder injury. The guests in the room began applauding softly, relieved that the dangerous situation had been handled so quickly and professionally.
Police Officer: Victor Vance, you are under arrest for physical assault, corporate fraud, and attempted grand larceny. You have the right to remain silent.
Victor: Arthur! You can't do this to your own family! Tell them to stop!
Arthur: You chose to ruin this family the moment you put your hands on an innocent person's throat. Goodbye, Victor.
As the officers led the kicking and screaming man out of the hall, the atmosphere in the venue slowly returned to normal. David wiped sweat from his forehead, looking at Claire with a mix of awe and deep respect. The guests resumed their conversations, buzzing with excitement over the dramatic events they had just witnessed firsthand. Arthur walked over to Claire, lifting a small porcelain cup from the silver tray and taking a slow sip of tea as he collected his thoughts.
Arthur: I suppose you'll be giving me your two weeks' notice now that your secret identity is completely out in the open?
Claire: Why would I do that? I actually like this job, Arthur.
Arthur: You just threw a man across a room and exposed a corporate fraud scheme in under two minutes. I think you deserve a promotion and a much higher salary as head of corporate security.
Claire: We can discuss my new contract after lunch. But right now, your 9 o'clock meeting is waiting. Call 911 right now!