The morning light streamed through the huge arched windows of the foyer.
Eleanor carried a metal bucket filled with clean soapy water and cloths.
She needed to wipe the dust off the baseboards near the stairs.
Victoria stepped off the bottom stair and blocked Eleanor's walking path.
The red silk gown swept along the polished floor with a hiss.
Victoria: Stop right there before you drag dirt across my floor.
Eleanor: I am cleaning the wooden trim, Mrs. Vance.
Victoria: Look at your cheap uniform standing next to my furniture.
Eleanor: I am doing the job I was hired to perform.
Victoria: You do not belong in this family or this house!
Without a word of warning, Victoria grabbed the heavy metal bucket.
She lifted the bucket and splashed cold water right over Eleanor's head.
The freezing liquid soaked Eleanor's hair and poured down her uniform.
The silver tray on the table clattered loudly as water hit it.
Eleanor gasped at the sudden shock of the freezing cold water.
Water dripped continuously from her chin onto her wet apron pocket.
Victoria laughed out loud with a sharp, mean, arrogant sound.
Victoria: Now you look like the trash you really are, servant!
Eleanor stood completely still without showing any fear or crying out.
Her hands were wet, but her posture remained straight and tall.
She slowly reached her damp fingers into her deep apron pocket.
Victoria glared angrily at the calm expression on the wet maid's face.
Victoria: What are you doing in your pocket, girl?
Eleanor pulled out a small black electronic device with a antenna.
She pressed the center button with a firm click of her thumb.
A sharp electronic chime rang out through the large open mansion.
Eleanor raised her head high and looked right toward the upper level.
Eleanor: Sir, step down immediately and face this scene.
Victoria blinked in shock as she heard the quiet command in Eleanor's voice.
Victoria: How dare you talk like that in my home!
Panicked footsteps echoed from the top floor of the grand staircase.
Victoria suddenly gasped and pulled her own red gown into a mess.
She threw her hands up into the air toward the upper floor.
Victoria: Darling, help me! She just assaulted me in the hall!
Julian Vance appeared at the top of the dark wooden stairs.
He wore a tailored navy business suit and a dark silk tie.
His face was red with sudden anger as he saw his mother.
Julian: What is going on down there right now?
Victoria: She threw water on me and threatened me, Julian!
Eleanor calmly reached into her apron again with steady composure.
She pulled out a pair of dark designer eyeglasses from her pouch.
She placed the dark glasses onto her face with crisp precision.
The dark lenses covered her eyes as Julian rushed down the stairs.
Heavy rapid footsteps slammed against the wooden steps in fury.
Julian: Get away from my mother this instant, woman!
Julian stepped right into the space between Victoria and the servant.
He glared furious heat straight into Eleanor's hidden dark eyes.
Julian: How dare you disrespect my mother in this house!
Eleanor: Look closely at this room before you shout, Julian.