Julian walked into his father's old private office upstairs.
Victoria followed him inside while holding her small purse tightly.
She closed the heavy oak door to hide their conversation.
Julian stood near the wide dark mahogany desk quietly.
He pointed toward the large leather chair near the window.
Julian: Sit down right now so we can talk.
Victoria: You cannot speak to me like a child, Julian.
Julian: You treated our house staff like trash today.
Victoria: That maid was disobeying my direct orders!
Julian: Her job is not to help you steal money.
Victoria gasped loudly at his blunt and direct words.
She sat down on the leather cushion with anger.
Victoria: Your father wanted me to run the estate!
Julian: My father signed a clear prenuptial agreement first.
Julian: He protected his real children from the start.
Victoria pulled a white paper out of her purse.
Her polished nails tapped against the polished desk wood.
Victoria: I have a new document from his personal lawyer.
Julian: That document is completely fake and you know it.
Victoria: You cannot prove anything against me in court!
Julian picked up the black office desk telephone receiver.
He dialed the number for the family divorce lawyer.
Victoria watched his fingers move with rising fear inside.
Julian: We are going to review every single legal page.
Victoria: Put that telephone down right now, Julian!
Julian: I am calling the police about the assault too.
Victoria stood up so fast her chair slid back.
She knew that a police report would ruin everything.
Her high social status would disappear in one day.
She needed to find a way out right away.