Selena pushed herself up onto her knees, her immaculate hair disheveled and her expensive leather boots scuffed against the pristine white marble floor. The cold reality of her absolute ruin finally set in, washing away her arrogant demeanor and replacing it with a venomous, snarling desperation.
Selena: You'll regret this, Richard! You think you've won, but my lawyers will tear your empire apart piece by piece!
Richard: Your threats mean nothing. The security cameras in this foyer recorded every second of your vile behavior today.
Selena: Cameras? There's no camera pointing at this corner—!
Richard: I had high-definition lenses installed behind the crown molding last week because I suspected someone was terrorizing my son.
Selena’s face drained of all color, her lips parting in silent horror as she realized the inescapable trap she had walked right into.
Clara: I can bring the server logs down whenever you need them, Mr. Sterling. Every frame is locked in high definition.
Richard: Excellent work, Clara. You've shown more loyalty to this family in one year than she has in a lifetime.
Richard turned his back on the fallen woman, holding his son tightly as he walked toward the grand mahogany staircase leading to the private family quarters.
Selena: Richard! You can't do this to me! Open this door! Arthur—!
Richard: You must leave this house tonight. When the police arrive, you won't even be allowed to pack your bags.