Victoria sank to her knees on the marble floor next to the injured woman, her expensive red dress pooling in the dust like spilled blood[cite: 4]. The illusion of her untouchable luxury lifestyle crumbled into absolute ash as the weight of her premeditated actions settled upon her shoulders[cite: 4]. Marcus stood tall over them both, his chest heaving as he pointed an unyielding, rigid finger directly toward the grand mahogany front entrance[cite: 4].
Marcus: Get out of my house and go straight to prison[cite: 4]!
Victoria: You can't do this to me, Marcus! My family name will destroy your corporate empire[cite: 4]!
Marcus: Your family name couldn't buy you a soul, and it won't buy you out of an attempted assault charge[cite: 4]!
Elena: Thank God for that camera... without it, she would have blamed me for breaking the table[cite: 4]!
Marcus: Technology doesn't lie, Elena. Unlike the person sitting on my floor right now[cite: 4]!
Victoria: You'll regret this day, Marcus! You're throwing away a woman who truly loved your wealth[cite: 4]!
Marcus: At least you're finally telling the truth about what you loved, Victoria[cite: 4]!
Heavy boots echoed from the outer vestibule as estate security guards rushed inside in response to the automated alarm system[cite: 4].
Security Chief: Mr. Vance? We heard shouting! Do you need us to restrain someone[cite: 4]?
Marcus: Take her away from my sight, and hold her in the gatehouse until the state police arrive[cite: 4]!
Victoria: Don't touch me! I'll walk out under my own power, you incompetent fools[cite: 4]!
Security Chief: Move it, ma'am. Hands behind your back, let's keep it civil[cite: 4]!
The guards hauled Victoria upward by her arms, dragging her screaming form backward toward the heavy double doors as she kicked and thrashed[cite: 4].
Victoria: This isn't over, Marcus! You haven't heard the last of my legal team[cite: 4]!
Marcus: Tell your lawyers to review the high-definition footage before they waste their retainer fees[cite: 4]!