The glass front doors of the resort slid open with a sharp swoosh. Four armed police officers in navy uniforms marched briskly into the grand lobby, accompanied by two federal agents in dark suits.
Police Officer: Victoria Vance?
Victoria: Officer! Thank God you're here! Arrest this woman! She hacked our main computer mainframe and broadcasted fake media!
Federal Agent: Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for grand larceny, corporate fraud, bank fraud, and attempted murder.
Victoria: What?! You can't arrest me! Do you know who I am?! I own this resort!
Federal Agent: As of thirty minutes ago, a federal judge issued a freeze order on all your assets based on the confession of Mark Harrison and forensic bank records.
Victoria: Mark lied! He's a liar! Sarah paid him to frame me!
Police Officer: Turn around and place your hands behind your back, ma'am. Do not resist.
The officer grabbed Victoria's wrists, pulling her hands behind her silk dress and clicking heavy steel handcuffs into place around her wrists.
Victoria: Get your filthy hands off me! Sarah, tell them! Tell them you're taking this too far!
Sarah: I’m not taking anything too far, Victoria. I’m just taking back what was always mine.
Victoria: You won't survive running this corporation alone! You have nothing! You're weak!
Sarah: I survived five years in hiding, a house fire, and your thugs. Managing my father's company will be easy.
The crowd in the lobby broke into applause as the officers escorted Victoria toward the double doors. Her high heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she screamed hysterically, struggling against the officers' grip.
Victoria: You'll regret this, Sarah! My lawyers will tear you apart! You hear me?! You'll have nothing!
Sarah: Your lawyers are already being disbarred, Victoria. Have a nice life in federal prison.
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