Marcus: You touched my son? You put your hands on my child?
Victoria: Don't be absurd, Marcus. The maid is lying to save her own job.
Sarah: I am not lying! Look at my face, Mr. Marcus! Look at Leo's arm!
Marcus reached down, gently pulling back the sleeve of Leo's blue onesie. Four red finger marks were bruised deep into the infant's soft skin.
Marcus: My God... look at this! How could you do this to a baby?
Victoria: He was screaming incessantly! I merely grabbed his arm to stop him from climbing the gate!
Sarah: She pinched him, Mr. Marcus! She locked him in the dark closet because he wouldn't finish his milk!
Victoria: Shut your mouth, you incompetent servant! You're fired!
Marcus: Nobody is leaving this hallway, Victoria! You step one foot closer and I swear to God I'll call the police myself!
Victoria: Call the police? On your own wife? Over a hysterical maid's story?
Sarah: I took pictures, sir! Every single day you went out of town for your business trips, I took pictures of the marks she left on him!
Marcus forcefully grabbed Sarah by her uniform collar, his face pulling close to hers as his voice shook with intense fury[cite: 1].
Marcus: You knew? You knew this was happening and you didn't call me on my personal cell phone?
Sarah: She took my phone, Mr. Marcus! She locked my personal cell in her study desk and threatened to ruin my family if I told you!
Victoria: She's making up a story to extort money from our family trust fund!
Marcus: Where is her phone right now, Victoria?
Victoria: I have no idea what she's talking about! She probably misplaced it!
Sarah: It's in the top right drawer of her writing desk upstairs! The key is on her gold necklace!
Marcus shifted Leo into his left arm, standing up tall on the marble floor. He looked down at Victoria with utter disgust.
Marcus: Hand me the key to your desk.
Victoria: I will do no such thing in my own home. You are letting a servant disrespect your wife!
Marcus: I said hand me the key, Victoria!
Victoria: No! You're being completely unreasonable!
Marcus took two fast steps toward her, reaching out and snapping the thin gold chain straight off Victoria's neck. She gasped loudly, clutching her chest as Marcus held the small brass key in his hand.
Victoria: You have no right to touch my personal jewelry!
Marcus: I paid for every piece of jewelry on your body with my father's estate money! Sarah, stay right here with Leo.
Sarah: Yes, Mr. Marcus. I've got him.
Victoria: Marcus, wait! Don't go up those stairs!
Marcus ignored her, taking the grand stairs three at a time as Victoria's calm face finally began to crack into pure panic.