Arthur: A cut camera wire and a hidden microphone under my seat. This isn't an accident. This is deliberate espionage.
Victoria: Arthur, please, listen to me in private! Don't do this in front of everyone!
Arthur: No, Victoria. You invited half of Dallas high society here tonight to witness this dinner. Whatever you have to say, you can say it right here.
Clara: Mr. Vance, should I clear the rest of the table settings?
Arthur: Keep everything exactly as it is, Clara. Don't touch another chair until Mark checks every single seat.
Mark: I'm sweeping the rest of the chairs now, sir.
Mark moved down the long mahogany table, waving his electronic scanner over each velvet cushion. Within seconds, the device beeped loudly at the head guest chair—the seat assigned to Arthur's lead defense lawyer, Charles.
Mark: Found a second one. Right under the legal counsel's seat.
Charles: What? Let me see that!
Arthur: Whoever set this up wanted full access to both my business negotiations and my legal strategy.
Victoria: I swear on my life, Arthur, I didn't put those there!
Arthur: Then explain why your personal banker called me yesterday asking about early liquidations of our joint escrow account.
Victoria: That was... that was for the wedding deposit!
Arthur: A five-hundred-thousand-dollar wedding deposit paid to a shell corporation registered in the Cayman Islands?
Victoria: I... I didn't know the event planning company was based offshore!
Arthur: Stop talking, Victoria. Every word out of your mouth makes it worse.
Clara: Sir, there is one more thing I need to tell you.
Arthur: Go ahead, Clara.
Clara: Yesterday evening, while you were at the corporate headquarters, a man arrived at the side entrance. Miss Victoria handed him a thick blue folder from your private safe.
Victoria: You filthy liar!
Arthur: Mark, restrain her if she takes another step toward Clara.
Mark: Understood, Mr. Vance.
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