The morning sun bounced off the calm blue water of the Seattle marina, illuminating the rows of million-dollar yachts tied securely to the wooden piers.
Elena stood near the slipway, her hand resting gently on her swollen stomach as she checked the digital navigation manifest on her tablet.
Elena: The fuel shipment for the Sea Crest is logged and ready for transfer.
Marina Worker: We just need Victoria's final authorization signature to clear pump four.
Elena: She should be arriving from the parking lot any second now with the corporate papers.
Marina Worker: I don't know how you manage to work under her tyranny every single day.
Elena: I do it because this marine trust belongs to my husband, and I won't let her bleed it dry.
Marina Worker: Just keep your guard up. She's been looking for an excuse to explode all morning.
High-end designer heels clicked sharply against the weathered wooden planks of the dock, cutting through the peaceful morning air.
Victoria strode toward them in a crisp white business suit, her expression twisted into a mask of pure fury.
Victoria: You think you can sneak around behind my back and alter the yacht registry?
Elena: I am simply updating the logistics database per the federal court order.
Victoria: Court orders don't mean a thing on my family's private property!
Elena's hands tightened around her tablet as Victoria closed the distance between them with terrifying speed.
Will Elena survive this violent confrontation on the open dock, or has Victoria finally crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed?