Before the security guard could dial his phone, the heavy front doors clicked open. Victoria Vance walked into the foyer carrying several expensive designer shopping bags from an upscale fashion boutique downtown. She wore a tailored summer dress and dark sunglasses, looking completely relaxed and unbothered. However, as she stepped onto the white marble tile, her eyes landed on the open floor hatch, the emergency team, and Sarah sitting on the rug holding Evelyn.
Victoria froze in her tracks, dropping her shopping bags onto the floor. The sound of high-end perfume bottles shattering inside the paper bags echoed sharply across the room.
Victoria: Arthur? What... what is the meaning of this mess in my foyer?
Arthur: You evil, greedy monster. How could you lock a human being under our floors?
Victoria's polished composure instantly shattered. She took a step back toward the front door, her hands shaking visible as she adjusted her designer sunglasses.
Victoria: I don't know what you are talking about! That woman is trespassing! She is trying to extort money from our family estate!
Sarah: You trapped me! You took my phone and tried to starve me into signing away my daughter's future!
Arthur: I checked the construction records, Victoria. You personally authorized the secret compartment build. Your signature is on the contract, and your security codes unlocked the hatch!
Victoria looked around the room frantically, realizing that all four security guards were now blocking her path to the front doors. The maintenance worker stood near the hatch with his tools, ready to hand over all physical evidence to the authorities.
Victoria: Arthur, please listen to me! I did it for us! Her daughter was going to take half of your corporate shares! I was protecting our family's wealth!
Arthur: You didn't protect anything. You ruined your own life out of pure greed.
Sirens began to echo in the distance, growing louder as emergency vehicles pulled into the gated driveway of the Texas mansion.