Richard Vance: Maya! My god, sweetheart, are you hurt?
Maya: Daddy, she pulled my hair and threw me onto the glass...
Richard Vance: Show me where she touched you. Tell me right now.
A fair-skinned American man in a tailored suit rushes out of the SUV toward the injured young woman.
SFX: Rushing footsteps
Richard dropped to his knees on the debris-strewn floor, ignoring the shards of glass cutting into the knees of his bespoke trousers.
Richard Vance: Look at me, princess. You're safe now. Daddy is right here.
Maya: She told me I couldn't afford to look at the dresses... she called me trash...
Richard Vance: She called my daughter trash in my own commercial building?
Maya: Please don't do anything crazy, Dad. Let's just leave.
Richard Vance: Nobody insults my only daughter and gets away with walking out of this room.
Richard gently helped Maya to her feet, wrapping his heavy suit jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Veronica: Excuse me! You drove a thirty-thousand-pound vehicle through my front window!
Richard Vance: Your front window? I own this entire corporate plaza, store owner.
Veronica: You... you own the Vance Plaza? That's impossible!
Richard Vance: Nothing is impossible when a billionaire father finds out some arrogant boutique owner abused his child.
Veronica stepped back, her face turning pale as she recognized the corporate logo embossed on Richard's cufflinks.
Veronica: Wait... Vance? As in Richard Vance, the principal investor?
Will Richard's explosive retaliation teach this cruel store owner a permanent lesson about corporate power?
Richard Vance: The very same one who is about to evict you.