Part 2: She tried to humiliate me in front of the entire ballroom and demanded my immediate firing, completely unaware that her own fiancé would end the engagement on the spot.

The room fell into stunned silence. Bianca's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight.

"Arrest her," Bianca commanded the officers. "Grand larceny. Let's see how smart she looks in handcuffs at Rikers Island."

Daniel's face drained of color for a fraction of a second, but he didn't look at me with doubt. Instead, his jaw clenched, and his eyes burned with fury directed squarely at Bianca.

"Officer, hold on," I said, my voice completely devoid of panic.

"Miss, you have the right to remain silent," the officer began, reaching for his handcuffs.

"I suggest you check the timestamped maintenance logs for Locker 142 before you touch those cuffs, Officer," I said calmly, pulling my phone from my pocket.

Bianca sneered. "What garbage are you babbling about?"

"Mr. Sterling," I said, addressing Daniel, "on Tuesday afternoon, after you briefed me on Mr. Vance’s threats, I took precautions. I knew that when powerful people cannot win with facts, they manufacture crimes."

I tapped my screen and sent a video feed directly to Daniel's tablet and the central conference screen on the wall.

The high-definition footage showed the employee locker room at precisely 6:15 AM this morning. The corridor was empty except for Frank Miller, the head of security. The camera captured Frank using a master bypass key to open my locker, slipping Bianca's emerald necklace into my tote bag, and locking it back up.

Frank Miller went as pale as a corpse. "That... that's not..."

"I installed a motion-activated, encrypted security cam above my personal locker two days ago," I explained smoothly to the police officers. "Connected directly to an off-site cloud server. Furthermore, the audio feed clearly records Mr. Miller on the phone saying: *'It's done, Miss Vance. The pendant is in her bag. Call the precinct.'*"

Bianca's mouth fell open in utter horror.

Officer Ramirez turned slowly toward Frank Miller, his expression hardening. "Step away from the evidence bag, Mr. Miller. Place your hands on the conference table."

"Wait! This is a misunderstanding!" Bianca shrieked, backing toward the door. "Daniel, tell them!"

Daniel looked at his ex-fiancée with utter disgust. "Officers, I want Frank Miller arrested for evidence tampering and filing a false police report. And I want Miss Vance detained as a co-conspirator."

"You can't do this to me!" Bianca screamed as the second officer moved to block her exit. "My father will bury all of you!"