Damon pointed a sharp finger directly toward the grand exit doors.
Damon: Get her out of here right now!
Two large security guards stepped forward from the back of the room.
Arthur moved quickly, stepping directly between the security team and Clara.
Arthur: Stop! Touch her and you answer to me!
Damon laughed coldly, adjusting his ruined jacket cuffs with quick movements.
Damon: She ruined my dinner and created a scene in my home.
Arthur: She is my child, Damon!
Damon: I do not care who she is to you.
Clara held her baby tighter as tension filled the grand dining hall.
Clara: I will leave right now, please do not hurt anyone!
Arthur: You are not going anywhere alone, Clara.
Arthur pulled a small leather pocket notebook from his inner coat pocket.
He held the notebook up so Damon could clearly see the cover.
Arthur: For twenty years I managed your entire family estate and trust fund.
Damon's posture straightened instantly as his cold eyes narrowed.
Damon: Are you trying to threaten me in my own house?
Arthur: I know where every dollar of your inheritance came from.
The guests around the table began whispering to one another in hushed tones.
Damon signaled his security guards to halt their movement immediately.
Damon: We can discuss this quietly in my private office.
Arthur: We will discuss it right here in front of everyone.