Two tall security guards in black suits walked into the dining hall and stood beside Evelyn.
Security Officer: Miss Vance, is there a problem here?
Evelyn: Yes, Marcus. These guests are trespassing. Please escort them off the premises immediately.
Margaret: Don't you dare touch me! Do you know who I am?
Security Officer: Ma'am, you need to step away from the table and walk toward the exit now.
David: Evelyn, please, give me five minutes! Just let me explain everything in private!
Evelyn: There's nothing left to explain, David. My lawyer will be in touch tomorrow morning regarding the fraudulent credit card charges.
David: You're going to sue me?
Evelyn: I am going to hold you accountable. Something your mother clearly failed to do.
Margaret: You will regret treating my family like this! We have connections!
Evelyn: Your connections just walked out the front door, Margaret. Look around you.
The remaining guests quickly gathered their coats, whispering nervously as they hurried toward the foyer.
David: Evelyn, where am I supposed to go? All my things are here!
Evelyn: Your personal clothes will be packed in boxes and dropped off at your mother's apartment tomorrow.
Margaret: My apartment is a one-bedroom unit! He can't live there!
Evelyn: Then I suggest he gets a real job and pays his own rent, just like the hard-working people you look down on.
Security Officer: Right this way, folks. Let's move.
David slumped his shoulders, his face pale as he watched his entire life collapse in a single evening.
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