Nathan walked softly along the quiet polished floor to avoid making loud sounds with his shoes.
The harsh sound of a raised, angry voice echoed sharply off the high white walls ahead.
He recognized the sharp tone immediately as his wife Victoria speaking in a low menace.
Victoria always maintained a polite smile in public, but her temper was legendary behind closed doors.
Nathan stopped just behind the edge of the hallway wall to hear what was happening.
He peeked carefully around the corner into the long white marble passage near the back rooms.
Victoria stood near the center of the hall wearing her shiny light bronze satin gown.
She held a heavy metal golf club tightly in both hands while glaring down at the floor.
Her face looked twisted with an intense cold anger that Nathan had never seen before today.
On the cold floor beneath her sat Elena, their loyal house maid in her grey dress.
Elena was shielding a frightened young girl who wore a simple pastel green dress with lace.
The little girl was clinging tightly to Elena's arms while shaking from sheer panic and fright.
Nathan felt his blood run cold as he watched his wife raise the heavy metal club upward.
He could not comprehend why Victoria was holding a dangerous weapon inside their peaceful penthouse home.
The maid looked up at Victoria with tearful eyes while trying to shield the helpless child.
Victoria: Rich people keep secrets, and you will learn to keep yours!
Elena: Please stop this madness before it is too late for all of us!
Victoria: Nobody cares about what you have to say in this house!
Nathan took a deep breath as shock washed over his mind like a freezing cold wave.