The foyer fell completely silent as Arthur's words bounced off the marble walls.
Victoria gasped, her expensive purse slipping slightly in her tight grip.
Victoria: You cannot throw me out! I signed the legal papers years ago!
Arthur: Those papers were signed under your trust agreement, which requires ethical conduct.
Arthur: Mistreating staff breaks the core clause of our family company bylaws.
Arthur reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his mobile phone.
He dialed a number and placed the phone directly against his ear.
Arthur: Security team, come to the main entrance foyer right away.
Sarah watched in shock as the powerful CEO took control of the whole situation.
She had spent weeks feeling helpless, terrified of losing her only source of income.
Now, someone was standing up to defend her against the wealthy estate owner.
Sarah: Mr. Vance, I do not want to cause trouble for your family.
Arthur: You did not cause this trouble, Sarah. You were the victim here.
Two large security guards in dark suits entered through the open double doors.
Arthur: Please escort Mrs. Vance to her personal quarters to pack her things.
Victoria: How dare you! You will lose your standing in high society for this!
Arthur: My standing means nothing if my own home is filled with harm.
Victoria turned on her high heels and stormed up the wide spiral staircase.
The security guards followed her closely, making sure she did not return down.
Arthur turned back toward Sarah, his expression softening into deep concern.
Arthur: Let us get you cleaned up and take a look at those injuries.
Sarah: Thank you, sir... I really do not know what to say to you.
Arthur: You do not have to say anything at all right now, Sarah.
He guided her gently toward the comfortable guest lounge near the front courtyard.
He pulled a clean linen towel from the side cabinet and gave it to her.
Sarah took the towel with trembling hands, wiping the wet tears from her face.
For the first time in months, she felt safe inside the giant house.