Jason: Get off me! You crazy old bastard, get off!
Mark: Shut your mouth!
Mark pinned Jason flat against the cold kitchen floor, his heavy knee pressing firmly onto Jason's chest so he couldn't move an inch.
Jason: You're going to jail for this! I'm calling the cops!
Mark: Go ahead and call them! Tell them what you did to my family first!
Mark raised his fist and struck Jason hard across the jaw, sending a violent thud echoing through the high-ceilinged room.
Brooke: Dad, stop! Please, you're going to kill him!
Mark: He put his hands on your aunt, Brooke! He made you both cry in your own home!
Jason spat blood onto the white tile, his arrogant demeanor completely vanishing as tears of pain began streaming from his swollen eyes.
Jason: Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay?!
Mark: You weren't sorry when you were mocking my daughters two minutes ago!
Mark grabbed Jason by the front of his shirt, pulling his bruised face just inches away from his own.
Mark: Go to hell, you monster.
Jason: Please... don't hit me again. I'll leave! I'll leave right now!
Mark stood up slowly, breathing heavily as he grabbed Jason by the collar and hauled him up off the ground like a sack of trash.
Mark: Get out... and never touch her again!
Mark dragged the whimpering young man across the kitchen floor, shoving him violently out the back door and slamming it shut with a bang that shook the walls.
Sarah: Mark... oh my God, Mark, your hands are bleeding.
Mark: I don't care about my hands, Sarah. Are you okay?
Sarah: He hit me when I tried to stop him from taking the safe key from your office.
Haley ran across the kitchen, wrapping her arms tightly around her father's waist and burying her face in his blood-stained shirt.
Haley: Daddy, I was so scared!
Mark: I know, baby. I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner.
Brooke stepped off her stool, her sequin dress shimmering under the bright lights as she wiped away her smeared mascara.
Brooke: Dad, he took the documents from your desk before you got here. He said he was going to sell them to the competitors.
Mark froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the open door of his home office down the hall.
Mark: The patent deeds? He took the original patent deeds for the company?
Sarah: He had a folder in his jacket, Mark. I tried to snatch it back, and that's when he struck me.
Mark: That kid didn't come here just to bully my daughters. Someone sent him.
Mark walked over to the kitchen island, pulling his smartphone out of his pocket with shaking, bloody fingers.
Brooke: Who would send Jason to steal from us?
Mark: His father. The corporate board meeting is tomorrow morning at nine, and they need those deeds to push me out of my own company.
Haley looked up at her father, her small voice trembling with confusion.
Haley: Is Uncle Richard trying to ruin us?
Mark: Uncle Richard is about to find out what happens when you cross my family.