Victoria turned around angrily, her bright blue eyes glaring down at the woman on the floor. She yanked on the leather strap with all her strength, expecting Elena to bow her head in shame, but Elena held her ground firmly. The crowd held its collective breath as the struggle intensified under the bright morning lights.
Victoria: Move your body right now or I will call security!
Elena: Call them. I dare you to call every single guard!
Victoria: You think you are brave just because you are stubborn?
Elena slowly pulled her right hand out of her deep jacket pocket, holding a heavy metallic object high in the air. The bright morning light bounced off the polished silver and gold surface of the custom VIP Founder badge. It clinked sharply as she held it high above her head for the crowd and the employees to clearly see.
A young male staff member in a neat blue uniform stepped forward, his eyes going wide with absolute terror. He stared directly at the raised metallic emblem, his mouth falling open in complete disbelief as he recognized the rare crest stamped into the heavy metal surface. It was a symbol almost nobody was ever allowed to hold.
Employee: Oh my god... look at that crest on the metal!
Victoria: What are you staring at? It is just a fake trinket!
Employee: That badge belongs to the founding family of this entire estate!
Elena: Then tell her whose resort she just dragged me across!
The crowd broke out into furious whispers as the words echoed off the tall marble pillars of the resort lobby. Victoria’s face flushed red with anger, though a tiny seed of doubt began to plant itself deep inside her mind. She looked down at the badge, then looked into Elena’s sharp, unwavering eyes that showed no fear whatsoever.
Elena gritted her teeth, holding the metallic badge steady despite the painful leather collar still secured tight around her throat. She had allowed this public humiliation to go on just long enough to ensure every camera in the building captured Victoria’s hideous behavior on full display.
Victoria: Where did a common street beggar like you steal that?
Elena: I didn't steal anything, Victoria. It was given to me at birth.
Victoria: You are lying! My father owns the controlling shares here!
Elena: Check the trust fund registry and see who owns your father.
The resort manager felt his stomach drop as he pulled out his master employee tablet to scan the unique code on the founder badge. His hands trembled uncontrollably as the screen flashed bright green, verifying the highest level of executive access possible in the system. His face lost all its natural color as he realized the terrible truth.
The manager looked up from his screen, staring at Victoria with eyes full of sheer panic. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat as the reality of the situation crashed down upon the entire management team standing near the desk.