Victoria: This is a massive misunderstanding! Everyone put your phones away right now!
Sarah: Let them record. Let the whole world see how you built your empire on stolen land and forged signatures.
Receptionist: Miss Victoria... the system just locked my screen. It says 'Founder Protocol Initiated'.
Victoria: Override it! Use my manager master password right now!
Receptionist: It’s not accepting manager credentials. It requires a biometric match from the primary trust owner.
Sarah: Move over, son. Let me show her how my father built this security system.
Sarah limped toward the counter, her clothes torn and dirty, but her head held high. She placed her right thumb against the glass scanner near the register. A bright green light flashed, and a loud electronic chime rang through the entire lobby.
System Voice: Welcome back, Founder Sarah Soumour. All global accounts unlocked.
Victoria: No! No, this can't be happening! The lawyer said the transfer was permanent!
Sarah: You mean Lawyer Mark Harrison? The one who took a two-million-dollar bribe to hide my father's real testament?
Victoria: I don't know what you're talking about! Mark was your father's trusted friend!
Sarah: Mark is currently sitting in a federal interrogation room in downtown Dallas. He confessed everything two hours ago.
Victoria stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth. The confidence she had worn like armor for five years shattered instantly.
Victoria: Mark... he wouldn't talk. He promised me...
Sarah: He talked the second the federal prosecutor showed him the wire transfer trail from your offshore account in the Caymans.
Victoria: You... you set me up today!
Sarah: You set yourself up when you decided to sell my father's life work to a foreign investment syndicate for pocket cash.
Receptionist: Miss Soumour... should I call the police to escort her off the property?
Sarah: Not yet. The police are already on their way, but not just for trespassing.
Victoria: Sarah, please! We're family! Your father would never want us to fight like this!
Sarah: You stopped being my stepmother the night you locked the fire exit and watched the house burn.
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