Marcus: What is the meaning of this, Victoria?
Victoria: Marcus, darling, she's insane! She's just a bitter maid trying to ruin our special day. Call security right now!
Elena: I am not insane, Mr. Vance. My sister worked at the bakery in New York where your wedding cake was ordered from. She found this drive inside the custom order box sent directly from Victoria's private assistant.
Marcus: A USB drive inside a wedding cake? That doesn't happen by accident.
Victoria: It's a setup! Someone is trying to sabotage us because of your family business! You know how many enemies your real estate firm has in Texas!
Elena: Check the files, Mr. Vance. Look at the drive before you sign any marriage certificate or prenup agreement today.
Marcus stared at the small plastic drive in his palm. His face was cold, devoid of the excitement he had felt just an hour ago. He looked over at his best man, David.
Marcus: David, bring my laptop from the dressing room right now.
Victoria: Marcus, no! You're going to listen to a maid over your own bride? We have two hundred guests waiting downstairs! The minister is ready!
Marcus: If there's nothing on this drive, Victoria, then we walk down the aisle in ten minutes. But if you're hiding something, I want to know now.
David hurried back into the ballroom, holding a sleek black laptop. He set it down on a side table near the ruined cake. Marcus wiped the red frosting off the USB stick with a cloth and plugged it into the side port.
Victoria: This is humiliating. I can't believe you're doing this to me!
Marcus: Quiet for a second.
The screen flickered as the laptop read the flash drive. A single folder appeared on the desktop, labeled with a date from three years ago and a title: Vance Estate Financials & Settlement.
Marcus: What is this? These are my family's private trust fund and property documents.
Elena: Keep opening the subfolders, sir. Look at the email attachments from the divorce lawyer in Manhattan.
Marcus double-clicked the folder. Dozens of scanned PDF documents and audio recordings filled the screen. Victoria's face drained of all color. She took a step back toward the door.
Marcus: Victoria... why does your name appear on a wire transfer receipt from my late father's estate account?
Victoria: That... that was a loan! Your father helped my family before he passed away!
Elena: That wasn't a loan, Mr. Vance. She was paid to keep quiet about your father's original will.
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