Before Marcus could say another word, the heavy wooden doors of the private elevator at the end of the hall opened with a soft chime. An elderly gentleman with silver hair, wearing a tailored navy suit and walking with a polished mahogany cane, stepped out into the room. It was Arthur Valle, the founder and chief executive officer of the entire enterprise. Two personal corporate lawyers walked directly behind him, carrying thick leather briefcases containing official legal papers. Arthur's sharp eyes scanned the room, immediately spotting the red mark on Charlotte's cheek and Victoria still sitting on the floor.
Arthur: What is the meaning of this commotion in my foyer?
Marcus: Mr. Valle! This girl tricked the guards and assaulted my daughter Victoria!
Arthur: Silence, Marcus. I know exactly who this young lady is.
Arthur walked past Marcus without giving him a second glance and stood beside Charlotte. He placed a warm, protective hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with gentle affection and deep concern.
Arthur: Charlotte, my dear granddaughter, are you all right? Who touched you?
Charlotte: I am fine, Grandfather. Victoria decided to strike my face before asking my name.
Arthur: She put her hands on my legal heir?
The entire room erupted into quiet gasps. Shareholders and guests pulled out their phones, snapping photos and exchanging shocked looks. Victoria scrambled backward on her knees, her hands trembling as she looked up at Charlotte in absolute terror. She had just slapped the sole granddaughter and primary legal beneficiary of the wealthiest man in the state.
Victoria: Mr. Valle, I... I had no idea! She was wearing that old sweater!
Charlotte: You judged me by my clothes instead of treating me like a human being.
Arthur: Character is proven by how you treat those you think cannot fight back. You failed miserably today, Victoria.
Marcus wiped sweat from his forehead, stammering as he stepped between his daughter and Arthur.
Marcus: Sir, please forgive her! It was a simple misunderstanding! We can handle this privately!
Arthur: There is no private resolution for public violence against my family.