David: Elena! What happened here?
Victoria: Oh, look. The little prince has finally arrived to rescue his damsel.
A man in a suit rushes in and kneels beside the fallen woman, helping her up with frantic urgency[cite: 1].
David: Stay still, don't move[cite: 1]. Let me check your pulse.
Elena: Victoria... she shoved me down onto the tile floor...
David: Did you touch my wife, Victoria? Did you actually put your hands on her?
Victoria: She was being disrespectful to our family name, so I taught her some manners.
David: You lunatic! She is pregnant with my child!
Victoria: She brought this on herself by refusing to sign the annulment papers.
David: We are never signing an annulment, and you are never stepping foot near our family again.
Victoria: You talk big for a man who inherited his entire corporate portfolio from our father.
David: I earned every single share through my own work, unlike your offshore slush funds.
Victoria: Watch your tone, David, or I'll cut your corporate trust fund by midnight.
David: My trust fund was cleared last week into a federal secure account.
Victoria: That's impossible! The family vault requires my explicit biometric signature!
David: A federal judge signed the asset freeze order this morning after our forensic audit.
Victoria's confident smile faltered for a fraction of a second as she stared at her brother's fierce expression.
Victoria: You wouldn't dare involve federal prosecutors in our family business.
David: You assaulted my pregnant wife in a public establishment. Federal investigators are the least of your worries.
A deafening screech of tires echoed from the street below, followed by the terrifying sound of shattering glass.
Will the unexpected vehicular crash bring total chaos to the salon, or is it part of an even bigger trap?