The heavy mahogany doors of the study swung open as two armed estate security guards stepped into the room, their expressions grim and professional[cite: 3].
Guard 1: You called for us, Mr. Vance[cite: 3]?
Mark: Escort Mrs. Vance to the front parlor and lock the doors. Do not let her touch a phone or a computer[cite: 3]!
Clara: You cannot treat me like a prisoner in my own home! Un