The massive double front doors of the mansion were suddenly kicked open with a loud, thunderous boom. The bright midday sun flooded into the foyer, outlining the tall silhouette of a man standing in the doorway. He was wearing a sharp navy blue suit and carried a heavy leather travel briefcase in his left hand. It was David, the long-lost son of the estate who had left four years ago after a bitter argument with Victoria. He had gone off to build his own financial empire in New York, becoming a successful billionaire investor entirely on his own merit. He had returned unannounced to finally check on his mother and sister after hearing rumors about Victoria's greedy control over the family trust fund.
The leather briefcase dropped from his hand and hit the marble floor with a heavy thud. David took in the scene in less than a second. His sweet mother was lying injured on the floor in a stained maid uniform, weeping in pain. His younger sister was covering her body, bleeding from a cut on her arm. And Victoria was standing over them like a villain, holding a thick wooden handle in her raised hand.
David: What the hell is going on in my house?!
Victoria: David?! What... what are you doing back here?!
Elena: David! Oh God, David, you came back!
Sarah: My son... David, please help us...
David did not waste a single word on pleasantries. His face turned dark with an intense, burning rage that made the air in the room feel thick and heavy. He charged forward across the long foyer, his polished dress shoes echoing like thunder against the marble. Victoria froze in terror as she saw the sheer fury in his eyes. She dropped the mop handle, and it clattered loudly onto the floor, rolling away toward the wall.
Victoria: David, wait! It is not what it looks like! They were disobeying me!
David: Shut your mouth!
Victoria: They were stealing from the house! I was just defending my property!
Elena: That is a lie! We never touched anything!
David reached Victoria in two massive strides. Without slowing down, he swung his right hand with all the power in his body. The sound of the slap cracked through the giant hall like a gunshot. His open palm hit Victoria flush across the cheek, sending her spinning sideways. She let out a sharp, loud scream as her feet slipped out from under her on the smooth marble floor.
Victoria: Ahhh! My face!
She crashed heavily onto the hard ground right beneath the large American flag mounted on the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and her expensive beige dress tore along the seam as she landed in a heap. She held her bright red, swelling cheek in total shock, staring up at David as if she were looking at a ghost.