Victoria: You think a little orphan girl can threaten my position in this family?
Maya: I am not threatening anyone; I am simply letting the evidence speak for itself.
Victoria: Not today!
Inside a luxurious American ballroom with a visible American flag, a fair-skinned American woman in a gold evening gown violently yanks a young girl's hair with realistic USA skin texture[cite: 1].
Maya: Ah! Let go of me!
Victoria: You miserable little brat, I will teach you respect right here in front of everyone.
Maya: Let go of my hair before security sees what you're doing!
Victoria: Security works for my husband, not for beggars trying to crash our charity gala.
The fair-skinned American schoolgirl in a red dress stumbles, then the older woman slaps her across the face, leaving a small scratch on her cheek[cite: 1].
A loud slap echoed sharply off the crystal chandeliers and high vaulted ceilings[cite: 1].
Maya: You actually hit me...
Victoria: And I will do it again if you don't turn around and walk out those doors right now.
Maya: You just signed your own legal confession in front of five hundred witnesses.
Victoria: Witnesses who wouldn't dare cross a Sterling family member for a thousand lifetimes.
Maya: We'll see how brave they feel once they watch the high-definition recording.
Victoria: What recording? There are no cameras pointing toward this corner!
Maya: Technology has advanced a bit since your husband bought his first corporate shell company, Victoria.
Victoria raised her hand again, her fingers curling into a tight fist as rage distorted her makeup-caked face.
Victoria: Give me that phone or I will have you thrown into a federal detention cell by midnight.
Maya: Try it. The upload finished thirty seconds ago.
Can Maya maintain her composure long enough for the entire ballroom to witness the shocking truth?