Julian looked down at his sister, his eyes cold and devoid of any sympathy whatsoever.
The surrounding guests leaned forward, eager to see how the billionaire CEO would handle this.
Julian: Get up off the floor right now, Victoria.
Victoria scrambled to her feet awkwardly, holding her satin dress up away from the mess.
Victoria: Julian, she still kicked me! You have to fire her and call the cops!
Julian: You deliberately humiliated an honorable worker who was hired to protect our lives today.
Julian: You lied to my face, treated a person like dirt, and disgraced our family name.
Victoria gasped, looking around the room in complete panic as guests began whispering quietly.
Victoria: I am your sister! You cannot side with a poor security guard over me!
Julian: That guard served our country while you spent father's fortune on expensive designer clothes.
He turned away from Victoria, walking directly up to Sarah with an apologetic expression.
He reached into his jacket pocket, drawing out his clean silk handkerchief with total respect.
Julian knelt down himself on the marble floor right in front of the entire stunned crowd.
He carefully wiped the white frosting off Sarah's black security boots with steady, calm movements.
Sarah stood frozen in complete surprise as the powerful corporate executive cleaned her footwear personally.
The guests inside the foyer let out a collective gasp at the incredible sight unfolding.
Julian stood back up, offering his hand to Sarah for a firm, respectable professional handshake.
Julian: I apologize deeply for my sister's disgusting behavior toward you today, Officer.
Sarah: Thank you, sir. I appreciate you taking the time to review the real footage.
Julian: You will keep your position, and I am doubling your company's pay for today's event.