"Martha, I have to tell you it doesn't look good. Polls show that most of the population think you should do hard time for insider trading. They're comparing you with Leona Helmsley. The prosecutor's have to answer to the politicians and public opinion. As your attorney, I recommend copping a plea, or if you can name names of bigger fish, they may let you off lightly?" asked the weasly man hopefully.
"You're the attorney. Get me off, as for the Queen of Mean, I don't intend to be occupying her prison cell in the near future. The news says this investigation is over a paltry few thousand, well hundred thousand dollars, I'm worth at least twenty times more than that...what's the big deal. I'm not going to allow these witch hunters to take my liberty before I get to enjoy some of my wealth. Hear me, lawyer dude, find a way, but keep me out of jail. Got that?"
"Yes, ma'am!" the intimidated lawyer whispered in awe of the determined look on Ty/Martha's face. Ty was ready to fight tooth and nail to keep her newly acquired fortune.