Chloe: You hit me?! You actually hit me?! Security! Someone call the police and have this beggar arrested right now!
Clara: Save your breath, Chloe. Security isn't going to touch me.
Chloe: Do you know who I am?! I am the head heiress to Vance Capital! My family owns this hotel, this catering service, and every single table in this room!
Clara: You really believe that, don't you? You truly think having a famous last name gives you the right to put your hands on working people.
Chloe: You are a nobody working for minimum wage! You are beneath me!
Clara: Is that why you felt so comfortable slapping a woman who was simply standing near the beverage station?
Chloe: You spilled water on my hand-tailored navy satin gown! This dress cost thirty thousand dollars!
Clara: I didn't spill a single drop on you. You tripped over your own high heels because you were too busy glaring at the guests.
Guest 1: She's right... I saw the whole thing. Chloe stumbled into the tray herself.
Guest 2: And then she slapped the poor girl without even giving her a second to speak.
Chloe: Shut up! All of you, shut your mouths! My father is Marcus Vance! He will ruin every single one of you if you take this maid's side!
Clara: Marcus Vance hasn't owned a majority share in Vance Capital for over six months, Chloe.
Chloe froze on the floor, her eyes wide as she tried to pull herself up into a sitting position.
Chloe: What are you talking about? My father is the CEO!
Clara: He holds the title because the actual owner allowed him to keep it until the annual board meeting tonight. But his time is officially up.
Chloe: You're insane! You're just a delusional server trying to save yourself from going to prison!
Clara: Look closely at this ring, Chloe. Do you recognize the setting? Or were you too busy shopping with your stolen allowance to pay attention to your family's financial history?
Chloe stared at the massive pink diamond sparkling under the chandeliers, her face draining of all color.
Chloe: That... that's the Star of Atlanta. That ring belongs to the mysterious investor who bought out our family's debt!
Clara: It doesn't belong to a mysterious investor. It belongs to me.
Chloe: No... no, that's impossible! You're wearing a catering uniform!
Clara: I put on this uniform tonight so I could see with my own eyes how the Vance family treats the staff when they think nobody important is watching.
Chloe: You... you tricked us!
Clara: I didn't trick anyone. I simply stood here and waited for you to show your true colors. And you failed the test in front of two hundred witnesses.