Arthur: What is that trash you're holding? Put it down and get out.
Maya: It's a gold coat button, Mr. Sterling. A very heavy, custom-made button.
Arthur: So what? Someone dropped a button. That proves nothing.
Maya: It was ripped off a coat right at the base of the table where the push happened. Look at the torn thread hanging off it.
Arthur: Let me see that.
Maya: No, stay back. You didn't believe me a second ago.
Arthur: Give it here! If it's evidence of something in my home, it belongs to me!
Maya: I found it in the glass while protecting your son. You owe me a second of your time.
Arthur: Hand it over, Maya, or I'll have the guards search you.
Maya: Look at the crest stamped on the front. Do you recognize this family emblem?
Arthur: That's... that's the crest of my investment firm's board of directors. Only five people have these coats.
Maya: So a guest at your private party pushed this heavy table into your son.
Arthur: This... this doesn't mean it was intentional. Maybe someone bumped into it hard.
Maya: Look at the seam on the side of the button. It opens up. It’s a tiny locket.
Arthur: What are you talking about? A locket button?
Maya: I pressed the edge by accident, and it popped open. Look inside.
Arthur: Give me that right now!
Maya: Look at the photo inside this tiny frame, Mr. Sterling!
Arthur: My God... that’s a picture of my late wife.
Maya: Why would one of your top business partners carry a hidden photo of your deceased wife inside a custom gold button?
Arthur: This... this makes no sense. Who was wearing this jacket tonight?
Maya: He wasn't after Noah, Mr. Sterling. The glass was aimed at you. You were standing right next to the display two seconds before Noah ran by.
Arthur: I stepped away to answer a call from my estate lawyer...
Maya: Exactly. Noah was just in the wrong place when the killer shoved the frame.
Arthur: Guards! Lock all the exits immediately! Nobody leaves this hall!
Guard: Right away, Mr. Sterling!
Arthur: Maya... I... I apologize. I was wrong about you.
Maya: Apologies don't heal bleeding hands, Mr. Sterling. But right now, we have a bigger problem.
Arthur: What problem?
Maya: The man who dropped this button is standing right by the front exit, and he's looking directly at us.
Arthur: Who is it? Tell me!
Maya: Turn around slowly. It's your chief financial officer, Victor.
Arthur: Victor? He’s been my trusted partner for fifteen years!
Maya: Well, his coat is missing its bottom gold button, and he’s reaching into his jacket right now.
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