Outside the front windows, red and blue emergency lights began flashing against the driveway pavement. The sharp sound of police sirens cut through the quiet suburban neighborhood as two Dallas police cars pulled up to the front entryway.
Chloe: They're here, Mr. Sterling! The officers are at the front door!
Brandon: Go open the door for them, Chloe. Escort them straight into the kitchen.
Victoria: Brandon, I am begging you! Don't do this to me! My family will disown me if I get a criminal record!
Brandon: You disowned your own humanity when you hit these girls. You brought this entirely on yourself.
Two uniformed police officers rushed into the kitchen, their hands resting near their duty belts as they assessed the situation.
Officer Ramirez: Is everyone alright here? We received a 911 report of physical assault.
Brandon: Officer, I am Brandon Sterling, the owner of this property. My wife, Victoria, physically assaulted my two young household staff members, leaving visible bruises on their faces.
Victoria: It was a household argument! He shoved me onto the floor! Look at my knees!
Officer Ramirez: Ma'am, stay right where you are. Sir, do you have evidence of the incident?
Brandon: I have full 4K audio and video recording from the ceiling camera showing her striking both girls unprovoked, as well as attempting to plant stolen property to fabricate a crime.
Officer Miller: Ma'am, turn around and place your hands behind your back.
Victoria: What?! You are arresting ME?! Do you know who my father is?!
Officer Miller: I don't care who your father is, ma'am. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
The officers pulled Victoria's arms behind her back, snapping heavy steel handcuffs around her wrists. Victoria began to scream and cry, her smug attitude completely collapsing into panic as she was led down the hallway toward the police cruiser.