Marcus: I've got you. You are completely safe now, let go of the post.
Elena: My legs feel like lead, I thought I was going over the edge.
Marcus: You're shaking all over. Let's get you down to the lower floor.
Elena: The board members are going to see us standing right here together.
Marcus: Let them look. None of them have clean hands in this audit anyway.
Elena: You don't understand the kind of power my father wields over us.
The man kneels beside her on the polished marble floor of the grand atrium, gently holding her trembling hand with a deep, unwavering expression of concern.
Marcus: Your father's empire is built on glass foundations that are about to shatter.
Elena: If he finds out we met here today, he will cut off my trust fund.
Marcus: Let him try. Trust funds aren't worth trading your soul away.
Elena: It's not just about money, Marcus, it's about our family's safety.
Marcus: Safety is an illusion as long as that corporate will remains forged.
Elena: Keep your voice down! Someone in the east wing is watching us.
The heavy mahogany doors at the far end of the foyer clicked open, sending a fresh wave of panic rippling through the tense atmosphere.