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"Anthony Betrayed?! Shayla Confronts Anthony Lawyer With a Secret!"😱 

Scene: A Sleek Law Office in Downtown Chicago — Late Afternoon

The walls are lined with books, and sunlight filters in through large windows. Shayla walks in briskly, clutching an envelope. Anthony’s lawyer, Harold Crane, looks up from his desk, surprised.

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Harold:
Shayla. I wasn’t expecting you. Anthony isn’t here right now—

Shayla:
I know he’s not. I’m here to talk to you.

Harold (calmly):
Alright... Have a seat. What’s this about?

Shayla (pacing):
Don't play dumb, Harold. I know everything. About the accounts. The offshore ones Anthony "forgot" to tell me about during the divorce proceedings.

Harold (expression tightening):
I have no idea what you’re referring to.

Shayla (slamming the envelope on his desk):
Don’t insult me. I have the bank statements. Wire transfers. Dates. Your signature on advisory memos. You helped him move over $2.3 million into a shell company during our mediation.

Harold (glancing at the envelope, then back at her):
Shayla… I suggest you be careful with accusations like that. These are serious claims.

Shayla (leaning in):
Oh, they’re more than claims. I’ve already spoken to a forensic accountant. And guess what? The IP address on those transfer orders? It traces right here to this office.

Harold (voice dropping, trying to maintain composure):
You don’t understand how these things work. Wealth preservation—strategic planning—it’s not uncommon in high-stakes divorce cases.

Shayla:
Call it what you want. I call it fraud. You think because I married into money I wouldn’t be smart enough to catch on?

Harold:
If you go public with this, Shayla, you risk blowing up more than just Anthony’s reputation. Yours too. Think about your image. The media loves to twist things.

Shayla (calm, composed):
Let them. I’m done protecting him. You two tried to outmaneuver me, and I played nice—for years. But this? This is betrayal. Not just from Anthony... but from you too.

Harold:
What do you want?

Shayla:
A revised settlement. 50% of everything—including those offshore accounts. Or I go straight to the Attorney General, the IRS, and every outlet that would love a juicy story on corrupt legal tactics.

Harold (after a pause):
You’ve really done your homework.

Shayla:
I had to. While you two were hiding money, I was building my own team.

Harold (leaning back):
I’ll speak to Anthony. But you need to understand something—this isn’t going to be easy.

Shayla (smirking):
It never was. But I’m not scared anymore.

Harold (sighs):
Fine. You’ll have a proposal by Monday. But Shayla... be careful. You’ve just declared war.

Shayla (walking toward the door):
Good. Because I came armed.

She walks out without another word, leaving Harold staring at the envelope in stunned silence.

Harold (quietly, eyes still on the envelope):
You’re playing with fire, Shayla.

Shayla (coldly):
Then let it burn.

She turns and walks toward the door, but just as her hand touches the handle—

Harold (almost to himself):
He told me you'd come.

Shayla stops in her tracks. Slowly, she turns around, narrowing her eyes.

Shayla:
What did you just say?

Harold (looking up, a sly smile forming):
Anthony. He knew you'd find out eventually. In fact… he counted on it.

Shayla (suspicious):
What are you talking about?

Harold (rising from his chair):
Do you really think you found this information? That it just… fell into your lap? You were led to it, Shayla. He left breadcrumbs. He wanted you to confront me.

Shayla (her voice faltering for the first time):
Why would he do that?

Harold:
Because now you’ve made your move. And the moment you did, the real game began.

Shayla (whispers):
What are you hiding?

Harold (smiling wider):
It’s not about what I’m hiding. It’s about what you exposed without realizing it.

He walks to his cabinet, opens a drawer, and pulls out a small black envelope with Shayla’s name written in Anthony’s handwriting.

Harold:
He left this for you. Told me to hand it over the second you said the word “offshore.”

Shayla (hesitant, reaching for the envelope):
What is this?

Harold (chillingly calm):
Let’s just say… Anthony was always ten steps ahead. And now, you’re right where he wants you.

Shayla looks down at the envelope, trembling slightly. She opens it slowly. Inside is a single flash drive… and a handwritten note:

“Checkmate. – A”

Fade to black.