The cold ice water splashed violently across the gray wool uniform, soaking through the fabric in a heavy, freezing wave.
Eleanor stood frozen at the base of the grand marble staircase, water dripping from her gray hair down onto her wire-rimmed glasses.
Chloe: WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU CARELESS OLD MAID!
Chloe stood on the second step, her green designer dress tight around her waist, holding an empty plastic bucket with a sneer.
Eleanor: Excuse me?
Chloe: THIS IS MY DALLAS HOUSE NOW! LEARN YOUR PLACE!
Eleanor wiped a stream of water from her eye, remaining completely silent as her hand reached into her soaked apron pocket.
Her fingers wrapped around a small, sleek smart recording device, pressing the side button until a faint electronic click signaled it was live.
Chloe: What are you staring at, you old hag? Clean this mess off my floor before I have you fired and thrown out on the street!
Eleanor calmly adjusted her black-framed glasses, her expression unbothered as she looked past the screaming woman toward the top of the stairs.
Eleanor: DANIEL, COME DOWN RIGHT NOW!
Fast, heavy footsteps echoed off the high ceiling as a tall man in a tailored navy suit came running down the marble steps.
Chloe: DANIEL! THIS MAD WOMAN JUST ATTACKED ME!
Chloe dropped the bucket, putting her hands over her face and faking loud, dramatic sobs as she reached for her fiancé.
Daniel reached the bottom of the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks as his eyes landed on the wet woman in the gray uniform.
Daniel: MOTHER?!
Chloe's hysterical crying instantly stopped, her head snapping toward Daniel with wide, terrified eyes as the room fell dead silent.