Victor Sterling rushed down the stairs with a worried expression written clearly across his face.
He was a successful businessman who spent most of his busy days managing his family real estate inheritance company.
He looked at his crying young son and then saw the broken glass scattered across the marble entryway floor.
Victor: What on earth is happening down here right now?
Serena: Victor, she attacked Ethan and I was trying to protect him!
Sarah looked up from the floor in complete shock as Serena pointed an angry finger at her face.
Sarah: That is not true at all, sir, I was only keeping Ethan away from danger.
Serena: She threw that heavy glass vase directly at us because I corrected her work earlier today!
Ethan buried his tear-stained face into Sarah's blue uniform jacket while trembling with deep fear.
Ethan: No, Daddy, Sarah did not throw anything at us!
Serena: See how she has confused the poor boy into lying for her already, Victor?
Victor rubbed his forehead in deep frustration as he looked back and forth between the three people.
He cared deeply for his young son but had trusted Serena since their recent wedding six months ago.
Victor: Sarah, is there any reason why this vase is broken on the floor right now?
Sarah: Mrs. Sterling shoved me into the table while grabbing Ethan's arm, sir.
Serena: How dare you lie like that in front of my husband after what you just did!
Serena crossed her arms tightly and glared down at the maid with an arrogant expression of triumph.
Serena: Fire her immediately, Victor, or I will call my personal divorce lawyer and leave this house today.
Sarah held Ethan tightly as her own tears began to fall down her soft freckled cheeks.
Sarah: Please don't let her touch him again, sir, he was terrified.
Victor: Everyone needs to quiet down while I figure out what actually happened here.
Serena: There is nothing to figure out when the evidence is lying right on the marble floor!
Sarah knew her word meant very little against a wealthy woman wearing a expensive custom gold dress.
She looked up toward the high ceiling near the front door corner with a quiet sense of desperation.
A small round camera mounted high on the white wall caught her eye for just a brief second.