Before the security guards could grab Sarah, the heavy grand double doors swung wide open.
A handsome man in a tailored dark suit entered the room with commanding authority.
It was Arthur, the wealthy CEO of the company and Leo's devoted biological father.
He walked firmly into the hall, accompanied by his chief head of security personnel.
The loud room instantly went dead silent as everyone turned to look at him.
Arthur looked around the room and saw his son crying on the marble floor.
Arthur: What on earth is going on here right now? Why is Leo crying?
Victoria: Oh darling! Thank goodness you are finally down here to help me!
Victoria rushed down the remaining steps with fake tears welling up in her eyes.
Victoria: This clumsy waitress tried to kidnap Leo and fell down the stairs!
Sarah: That is a complete lie, sir! She is lying directly to your face!
Leo ran past Victoria and threw his arms around his father's waist tightly.
Leo: Dad! She tried to throw me out and pushed me down the stairs!
Arthur froze in place and looked down at his terrified young son with love.
His face grew dark with intense anger as he looked up at his wife.
Arthur: Is this true, Victoria? Did you put your hands on my son?
Victoria: Of course not, Arthur! You know how much I love this little boy!
Sarah: Sir, she threatened him about his future trust fund and inheritance money!
Victoria: Shut your mouth, you poor servant, before I destroy your career forever!
Arthur held his hand up sharply to silence Victoria from screaming any further today.
He stepped closer to Sarah and looked at her plain blue catering uniform closely.
Arthur: Tell me exactly what you witnessed from the bottom of these stairs.
Sarah: I saw her grab his suit jacket and shove him toward the edge.
Sarah: She shouted at him to get out of her life before he fell.
Sarah: I ran across the hall and caught him before his head hit marble.
Arthur felt a cold wave of horror wash over his entire body as he listened.
He looked at his son's dusty charcoal suit and saw the clear hand mark.
The anger inside his chest was rising fast like a wild dangerous storm building up.