Arthur stepped into the brightly lit front foyer while holding his leather briefcase in his right hand.
He looked exhausted from his long morning meetings with the bank executive managers across town earlier today.
Clara rushed down the grand curved staircase with a wide fake smile plastered across her painted red lips.
Clara: Welcome home my sweet darling, I missed you so much while you were working so hard!
She threw her slender arms around Arthur's neck to kiss his cheek before he could even put down his bag.
Arthur smiled tiredly and patted her back while looking around the quiet marble entrance hall for his son.
Arthur: How was little Leo doing today while I was stuck in those boring board budget meetings?
Clara: Oh he was absolute perfection, sleeping like a little angel in his crib all morning long!
Elena walked down the carpeted stairs holding the baby safely in her arms while listening to the shameless lies.
She felt her blood boil with pure anger as she heard Clara lie so easily to her trusting husband.
Elena: That is not true at all, Mr. Vance, and you deserve to know the real truth today.
Arthur turned his head in surprise as the quiet maid spoke up with such strong sudden conviction.
Clara's face immediately turned pale with sudden panic as she stared sharply at the young housemaid on the stairs.
Clara: How dare you talk back to me in front of my husband, you ungrateful little servant girl!
Arthur: Wait a minute Clara, let her speak if there is something wrong with my son's care.
Elena: Mrs. Vance left Leo crying alone for hours while she searched your private office for financial papers.
Clara: She is completely insane and making up lies because I caught her stealing silver spoons yesterday!
Arthur looked back and forth between his nervous young wife and the honest housemaid holding his little infant son.
He had known Elena for five full years because she worked faithfully for his late wife before her passing.
Elena had never told a single lie during her entire long employment with the wealthy Vance family estate.
Arthur: Do you have any proof of these serious claims against my wife, Elena?
Elena pulled her smartphone out from her navy apron pocket and unlocked the screen with her right thumb print.
Elena: I recorded this video clip just twenty minutes ago while you were still driving back from town.
Clara gasped loudly and lunged forward across the slick marble floor to grab the phone out of Elena's hand.
Clara: Give me that phone right now, you horrible bitter woman!
Arthur instantly stepped between Clara and the maid, holding his wife back with a firm protective arm command.
Arthur: Stand back Clara, and let me look at what is on that video screen right now.