Sarah adjusted the crisp white collar of her gray housekeeping apron while looking at the grand mirror.
She had worked inside the massive Vance family mansion for nearly three quiet years without any real trouble.
Her daily routine usually involved polishing antique tables, organizing quiet bedrooms, and helping care for sweet little baby Maya.
Adrian Vance owned a massive real estate enterprise that kept him busy inside corporate boardrooms across the city.
His young second wife, Elena, spent most of her long afternoons shopping for expensive blue designer gowns.
Sarah always tried her best to stay out of Elena's fast path whenever the woman paced around.
On this bright Tuesday morning, Sarah stood near the polished rosewood doors of the ground floor parlor.
She heard the soft, clattering sound of plastic wheels bouncing roughly against hard marble steps high above.
Sarah raised her head quickly toward the top of the sweeping double staircase in the main foyer.
A heavy stroller carrying baby Maya was rolling rapidly downward completely unchecked and dangerously out of control.
At the very top landing, Elena stood motionless in a sweeping royal blue silk evening dress.
Elena gasped loudly while covering her mouth with polished fingernails, but she did not take a single step forward.
Sarah did not hesitate or pause to think about her own personal safety for even a brief moment.
She sprinted across the slippery marble floor as fast as her knees could possibly carry her heavy body.
The heavy stroller bounced wildly off the gold-leaf railing and gathered terrifying speed with every single marble step.
Sarah threw her entire body sliding across the hard tile floor directly beneath the bottom riser of the staircase.
Her arms reached upward fiercely, catching the cold metal handle just inches before the stroller could violently flip.
The heavy frame slammed hard into Sarah's ribs, knocking the wind straight out of her lungs with impact.
Little Maya started screaming loudly inside her soft velvet harness from the sudden, sharp motion of the stop.
Sarah coughed softly while gathering the crying baby safely into her warm arms against her trembling chest.
Sarah: Shh, little sweetheart, I saved you, you are completely safe now.
Heavy heels clattered rhythmically down the high staircase as Elena descended with sharp, angry steps toward the foyer.
Elena: You careless fool, stay right where you are on that floor!
Sarah: Ma'am, the brake snapped loose on the top landing!
Elena rushed forward, her eyes flashing with intense hatred as she pointed an angry finger down at Sarah.
Elena: You pushed my baby down those stairs on purpose!
Sarah: No, I ran across the whole room to catch her before she crashed!
Elena: You shoved that stroller with your own hands, you malicious loser!
Heavy footsteps echoed loudly outside as the front double doors opened wide to admit the home's primary master.