Richard Vance rushed through the tall double doors in a gray three-piece suit.
He dropped his leather briefcase right onto the entryway floor.
He ran fast across the marble foyer toward his crying daughter.
He saw his wife pulling aggressively on the terrified maid.
Richard: Maya!
Richard: What is happening here?
Richard dropped straight down onto his knees on the hard floor.
He pulled his little girl safely into his broad, strong arms.
Maya buried her tiny face deep into her father's warm gray suit jacket.
Richard looked up at Victoria with dark rage burning in his eyes.
Richard: I have got you!
Richard: No, you will never touch her again!
Victoria: Richard, darling, it is not what it looks like!
Victoria: The maid dropped her while carrying her down the stairs!
Elena: That is a lie, Mr. Vance!
Elena: She pushed Maya over the top balcony railing!
Elena: I ran and caught her before she hit the marble floor!
Richard looked at Elena's bruised knees and torn uniform sleeves.
He saw the dust on her uniform from sliding across the long floor.
Then he looked at Victoria's spotless blue dress and calm face.
The cold truth slammed into Richard's heart with painful clarity.
He stood up slowly, holding his daughter safe in his left arm.