The morning light streamed through the tall arched windows of the grand Dallas mansion, illuminating the white marble floor and white columns. In the center of the double-height foyer, an ornate framed American flag artwork hung high on the pristine wall, casting a long shadow across the hall. But the quiet elegance of the estate was shattered by a woman's manic scream echoing down from the grand balcony.
Chloe: "BABY, PLEASE CATCH ME!"
Chloe: "Oops! My hand slipped!"
Chloe, dressed in a lavish green silk gown, smiled coldly as she threw seven-month-old infant Noah directly into the air over the second-floor banister. The helpless child fell through the open air toward the polished stone floor below, tumbling fast into the two-story drop.
Elena: "NO! SWEET JESUS, NO!"
Elena, the young family maid in a crisp blue uniform and white apron, dropped her cleaning cloth near the grand piano and sprinted across the slippery marble floor. She threw her body forward, diving across the hall with her arms stretched out as far as she could reach.
Elena: "I'VE GOT YOU! I'VE GOT YOU, BABY!"
A horrific slap of fabric echoed through the foyer as Elena caught the baby mere inches above the hard marble. She scrambled onto her knees, pulling the screaming infant against her chest and wrapping her arms around him as tears flooded down her cheeks.
Chloe: "Oh, look at that. You actually caught him. How disappointing."
Elena: "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? YOU ALMOST MURDERED AN INNOCENT CHILD!"
Chloe: "Watch your tongue, maid! You are a servant in my house!"
Elena: "He is just an infant! He's your husband's only son!"
Chloe: "He's a pest who stands between me and the family trust fund!"
Before Chloe could walk down the curved staircase, the heavy front double doors crashed open. Julian Vance, dressed in a sharp burgundy velvet tuxedo and black bow tie, stood in the doorway flanked by two armed security guards, his face pale with sudden dread.
Julian: "TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE!"
Elena: "SIR, SHE DELIBERATELY DREW YOUR BABY OFF THE UPPER LANDING!"
Julian's eyes darted from Elena weeping on the floor to his wife standing calmly on the landing, and a wave of absolute fury took hold of him.