The main hall of the grand mansion was filled with bright daylight pouring through the giant glass windows.
Wealthy guests were walking around in expensive suits and beautiful silk dresses.
Soft music played in the background while waiters carried trays of fine food and drinks.
A young woman named Sarah adjusted her black vest as she carried her silver tray.
She worked hard every single day as a server to support her sick younger sister.
Sarah always tried her best to stay professional and keep a warm smile on her face.
She looked across the room and noticed a giant tower made of fragile champagne glasses.
It stood nearly eight feet high right near the middle of the shiny marble floor.
Sarah saw a seven-year-old boy named Noah wandering away from his busy parents.
The young boy was wearing a cute dark velvet suit with tiny polished shoes.
He walked directly toward the towering mountain of glass with curious wide eyes.
Sarah set her serving tray down on a nearby side table right away.
She watched in complete horror as the boy reached out his hand to touch the table.
Suddenly, a mysterious tall figure brushed past the table very quickly.
The fragile glass tower began to tilt precariously to one side.
Sarah did not hesitate for even a single second.
She sprinted across the polished marble floor as fast as her legs could carry her.
The heavy glass structure broke apart and crashed downward with a terrifying sound.
Sarah leaped forward and slid across the hard floor under the falling glass.
She wrapped both of her arms tightly around the frightened little boy.
Hundreds of sharp glass pieces shattered instantly all around Sarah's back.
She held the boy close against her chest to shield him from every sharp edge.
The loud crash echoed through the giant room, making every guest stop and gasp.
Sarah took a deep, frantic breath as the heavy dust finally settled.
She looked down at the boy to make sure he was completely uninjured.
Noah was crying softly, but he did not have a single scratch on his face.
Sarah whispered sweet comforting words into his ear to help him calm down.
The boy's father ran through the crowd with total panic written across his face.
His name was Arthur Vance, a well-known billionaire business owner in the city.
Arthur glared at Sarah with intense anger without understanding what had just happened.