Outside the mansion, heavy storm clouds began gathering rapidly in the afternoon sky.
A sleek black limousine pulled up along the wide curved driveway.
Arthur Whiteman stepped out holding his heavy leather business briefcase.
He felt exhausted from long corporate board meetings in the downtown city center.
All he wanted was to see his young son and rest peacefully at home.
As he walked through the heavy wooden front doors, he heard raised voices.
Arthur: What on earth is going on in my house?
He rushed into the central foyer and saw police cars pulling up outside.
Sarah had already called the local police station minutes before his arrival.
Two uniformed officers stepped through the open front doorway with weapons ready.
Evelyn: Arthur! Thank goodness you are finally home from work!
Evelyn came running down the hallway with fake tears streaming down her cheeks.
Evelyn: This crazy maid attacked me and lied about me to police!
Arthur: Sarah? What is the meaning of all this commotion?
Maid Sarah: Mr. Whiteman, please do not listen to her sweet lies!
Sarah walked forward and placed young Leo gently beside his father's side.
Leo: Daddy! She tried to push me down the big stairs!
Arthur: What? Evelyn, is this absurd claim true?
Evelyn: Of course not, darling! The boy is just hallucinating again!
Maid Sarah: Check the staircase security cameras right now, Mr. Whiteman!
Evelyn: She tampered with the video system to frame me completely!
Arthur looked at his young son's pale, trembling little face.
He saw the absolute terror shining in the boy's clear blue eyes.
He turned his gaze toward Sarah, who had served his family faithfully for years.
Arthur: Show me the video recording right now, Sarah.
Evelyn: No, Arthur, do not trust this low class servant!
Arthur: Silence, Evelyn! I am going to see the truth myself.
The atmosphere in the grand hallway turned completely freezing cold.