Victoria: You have no proof that I knowingly hid anything! I simply managed the estate records as instructed!
Rafael: We still have the old archive boxes in the basement office, Victoria. The ones with your signed signatures on the non-disclosure agreements.
Victoria: Those records were supposed to be shredded fifteen years ago!
Rafael: My father kept duplicates of everything. He never fully trusted your handling of the estate, even after we got married.
Maya: Mr. Sterling, please... I don't want to cause a fight between you two.
Rafael: Call me Rafael, Maya. And this isn't a fight—this is an accounting of crimes that should have been addressed decades ago.
Victoria: Crimes? I protected your inheritance! You wouldn't be CEO today if the estate had been tied up in probate litigation!
Rafael: I would rather have had my sister than an extra fifty million dollars in a bank account!
Victoria: You are being ungrateful and foolish!
Rafael: Maya, sit down on the sofa. I am calling Arthur Vance right now.
Maya: Who is Arthur Vance?
Rafael: He was my father's lead estate attorney. He still handles our family trust accounts.
Victoria turned around quickly, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor as she headed toward the grand staircase.
Rafael: Where do you think you're going, Victoria?
Victoria: I am going upstairs to pack my things and call my personal lawyer!
Rafael: Go right ahead. But don't touch any of the family safes or vault keys before the authorities arrive.
Victoria: Authorities? You're going to call the police on your own wife?!
Rafael: Fraud, grand larceny, and hiding legal heir documents are serious felony offenses in the state of Texas.
Maya: Rafael... is all of this really necessary?
Rafael: She stole your life, Maya. She kept you living in poverty while sitting on a fifty-percent share of our father's legacy.
Victoria: You'll ruin us all! The Sterling name will be dragged through the mud!
Rafael: The Sterling name was dragged through the mud the day you lied to my dying father.
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