Elena: Step back right now, Victoria. I won't warn you again.
Victoria: Or what? You'll cry to your minimum-wage friends?
The woman in the white shirt stumbles and falls hard onto the salon floor, clutching her cheek and side in pain[cite: 1].
Heavy thud sounds reverberated against the tile, mixed with the soft weeping of the startled receptionist[cite: 1].
Victoria: Stay down in the dirt where you belong, little girl.
Elena: My back... you pushed me directly against the metal footrest.
Victoria: Stop exaggerating for dramatic effect. You barely even touched the floor.
Elena: My baby... oh god, my stomach...
Victoria: Don't play the pregnancy card with me; it's pathetic.
Client: Look at her face! She's turning completely pale!
Second Client: She's pregnant, you monster! You could have killed her!
Victoria: Shut your mouth before I make you next on my list today.
Elena: David... please hurry up...
Victoria: Your husband isn't here to save you from the consequences of stealing his family name.
Elena: He's going to find out every single thing you just did in this room.
Victoria: Let him try. My divorce lawyers will eat him alive in family court.
The heavy glass front doors rattled violently as hurried footsteps echoed from the exterior hallway.
Victoria: Who is making that obnoxious racket outside?
Elena: That would be my husband, returning early from his board meeting.
Will David arrive in time to defend his wife, or has Victoria already inflicted irreversible damage?