The heavy silence shattered instantly as Jordan lost what little control he had left over his volatile emotions.
Furious, the man suddenly slaps the woman across the face before turning with a defensive expression[cite: 1].
SFX: Loud slap, low tension chord[cite: 1]
Sarah gasped as the force of the strike knocked her head sideways, the infant letting out a startled cry against her shoulder.
Sarah: You coward... hitting a mother holding her child.
Jordan: That's what you get for pushing me too far! Get off my terrace right now!
Sarah: I'm not going anywhere until you look me in the eye and admit what you did to our family estate.
Jordan: You have zero proof of anything! You're just a bitter ex looking for a payout!
Sarah: A payout? No, Jordan. I'm here for complete accountability.
Jordan: Security! Get this lunatic off the patio before I lose my temper again!
Sarah: Your security isn't coming, Jordan. They've already locked down the perimeter gates.
Jordan: What are you talking about? Who gave you permission to lock anything?
Heavy footsteps echoed from the arched entryway behind them, cutting sharply through Jordan's panicked shouting.
Voice: I did, Jordan. Because your little corporate game is officially over.
Jordan spun around defensively, his eyes widening as a familiar figure stepped out from the shaded veranda.
Can Jordan talk his way out of this corner, or has his past finally caught up with him for good?
Jordan: You... you have no business being here.