Security Guard: Hold on a second, ma'am. Let's not get physical—
Veronica: Don't argue with me! Grab her arms and throw her out into the alley!
Maya: Don't touch me! I'll walk out myself!
Veronica: Then move your feet faster! I have VIP clients arriving in ten minutes.
A sudden, deafening roar drowned out the boutique's background classical music as engine tires screeched against the asphalt outside.
Security Guard: What in the world is happening out on the street?!
Veronica: Some lunatic driver is losing control of their vehicle!
A black luxury SUV crashes through the bridal boutique's glass entrance.
SFX: Glass shattering, loud crash
Shattered safety glass exploded across the showroom floor like a cascading wave of diamonds, slicing through designer displays and silk curtains.
Veronica: My storefront! My imported Italian glass doors! Are you insane?!
Thick white tire smoke billowed into the air as the heavy vehicle ground to a halt right beside the main bridal pedestal.
Security Guard: Everybody stay back! Call 911 right now!
Veronica: Who drives a tank straight into a high-end luxury boutique?! I'm going to sue you into bankruptcy!
The driver-side door of the massive SUV swung open with heavy force, revealing a figure consumed by blinding fury.
Maya: Daddy...?
Can a father's wrath truly match the sheer destruction of a vehicle crashing through a glass wall?
Veronica: Your father? That lunatic is going straight to maximum-security prison!