Downstairs, the heavy front double doors burst open wide.
Arthur stepped into the luxury white foyer carrying his briefcase.
He was a well-known CEO with a clean bald head.
He wore his usual custom black suit and crisp tie.
He had returned home early to sign some mortgage papers.
He heard the loud shouting echo down the main hallway.
He dropped his expensive leather bag onto the floor immediately.
He ran toward the curved staircase as fast as he could.
His black dress shoes thundered against the white marble stairs.
Upstairs, Clara tried to regain her balance against the railing.
Victoria grabbed her arm roughly to snatch the private papers.
Victoria: Give me those documents before Arthur gets home!
Clara: Stop touching me, Victoria!
Clara slipped on the polished floor and stumbled forward heavily.
Arthur reached the top stair just as Clara began falling.
He opened his arms and caught her before she dropped.
He gently lowered her safely down onto the marble floor.
Clara grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket with trembling hands.
Tears swept down her face, wetting her pale freckled cheeks.
Her whole body shook as she looked up into his eyes.
Clara: She tried to hurt me, Arthur!
Arthur: Take a deep breath, Clara, you are safe now.
Clara: She wanted to force me over the railing!
Arthur looked up at Victoria standing near the framed flag.
His gentle expression turned cold and filled with deep anger.
Victoria took a quick step back toward the open wall.
She tried to fix her red dress with nervous hands.
Victoria: She is lying to you, Arthur!
Victoria: She tripped on her own pajama pants!
Arthur: I saw you push her with my own eyes!
Arthur reached into his jacket pocket with quick movements.
He pulled out his phone and unlocked the bright screen.
His jaw was clenched tight as he dialed three numbers.
Arthur: Send emergency services right now to my address!
Arthur: My wife just attacked my daughter in our home!