Richard Vance: You thought you could physically assault a young customer just because she didn't look rich enough for your tastes?
Veronica: She didn't have an appointment! She looked like a common vagrant off the street!
Richard Vance: She is my daughter, the sole heir to the Vance manufacturing estate and the upcoming CEO of this district.
Veronica: Your daughter? Nobody told me she was part of the Vance family!
Richard Vance: You didn't ask! You judged her by her jacket instead of her character!
The man kneels beside his daughter, then stands up and slaps the woman in the white suit before shouting in fury.
Voice (Man - BOLD & FURIOUS): "Who touched my daughter?!"
SFX: Loud slap
A sharp crack echoed across the ruined showroom as Richard's hand struck Veronica's cheek with staggering force.
Veronica: Ow! You... you struck me across the face in my own store!
Richard Vance: That was for every tear my daughter shed on this marble floor.
Veronica: I'm calling the police for assault and property destruction!
Richard Vance: Go ahead and call them. Let's see whose arrest warrant gets processed first—mine for reckless driving, or yours for felony battery and workplace abuse.
Maya: Dad, let the authorities handle it. Don't ruin your record for her.
Richard Vance: My record is clean, sweetheart. Her commercial lease, however, was terminated thirty seconds ago.
Veronica clutched her stinging cheek, her designer white suit stained with dust from the shattered glass partition.
Veronica: You can't cancel my lease! We signed a ten-year binding contract!
Richard Vance: A contract containing a moral turpitude clause that voids instantly upon committing violent assault on the premises.
Can Veronica find any remaining excuse to save her failing business empire from total collapse?
Veronica: This is a nightmare... a complete disaster...