Clara: Please sit down, Mr. Vance.
Vance: Thank you, Miss Brooks. I've brought the official takeover ledgers.
Clara: Are the bank locks updated?
Vance: As of twelve noon today, all corporate credit lines held by Eleanor and Carter Montgomery have been frozen.
Clara sat behind the massive mahogany desk in the top-floor executive suite, her pink gown spreading out over the leather chair.
The heavy doors burst open, and Eleanor rushed into the office, her heels clicking violently against the hardwood floor.
Eleanor: You deceitful little snake! You used my son for five years just to get close to our money!
Clara: I didn't even know about the trust until six months ago, Mrs. Montgomery.
Eleanor: Don't lie to me! You sat at my dinner table, ate my food, and pretended to be humble!
Clara: I was humble. I genuinely loved your son.
Carter: Clara... if you loved me, why didn't you tell me about the trust?
Carter stepped through the door behind his mother, his face pale and his eyes wide with desperate pleading.
Clara: I wanted to see who you really were when you thought I had nothing.
Carter: I was just stressed about my mother's pressure! You know how she is!
Eleanor: Don't you dare put this on me, Carter!
Carter: You're the one who told me to humiliate her at the gala so she would leave!
Clara: And you were more than happy to obey her, weren't you, Carter?
Carter: Clara, please! We've been together for five years! We were planning a life together!
Clara: Five years during which you treated me like a second-class citizen whenever your wealthy friends were around.
Eleanor: You can't just strip us of our positions! I am the Chief Operating Officer of this company!
Clara: As of one o'clock today, Mrs. Montgomery, the board has voted to relieve you of all executive duties.
Eleanor: What?! The board would never support you over me!
Vance: The board voted unanimously, Eleanor. Miss Brooks holds controlling shares. They had no choice.
Eleanor: You traitorous old fool, Arthur! We paid your salary for twenty years!
Vance: Miss Brooks pays my retainer now, Mrs. Montgomery.
Carter: Clara... what about my position as head of regional development?
Clara: Your contract has been terminated for gross misconduct and harassment.
Carter: Harassment?! I'm your fiancé!
Clara: You were my fiancé. Right up until you told me I was too poor to sit at your table.