Older Man: Someone call an ambulance right now!
Store Clerk: I'm dialing 911 right now, sir!
Clara: Please... help me up... it hurts so bad...
Clara tried to push herself up from the cold floor, but a sharp pain shot through her lower back, forcing her back down.
Older Man: Don't move, young lady. Just stay still until the paramedics get here.
Mark: She's fine! She's just dramatic! She tripped over her own feet!
Older Man: We all saw you push her, you coward!
Mark: Mind your own business, old man!
Older Man: I am making it my business! Look at her, she's eight months pregnant!
Mark backed toward the glass counters, his eyes darting toward the heavy glass exit doors.
Clara: Mark... don't leave me... please...
Mark: You brought this on yourself, Clara! You shouldn't have followed me here!
Clara: You took the estate check... my father's inheritance check...
Mark: That check was made out to the Miller estate, and I'm your legal husband!
Older Man: That doesn't give you the right to put your hands on her!
The two golden retrievers let out low growls, staring straight at Mark as he tried to take another step.
Mark: Get those damn dogs away from me!
Store Owner: Those dogs are staying right where they are! Security, lock the front doors!
Mark: You can't lock me in here! That's false imprisonment!
Store Owner: You just assaulted a pregnant woman on my store's high-definition security cameras!
Mark's face went completely pale as he looked up at the black dome cameras mounted on the ceiling.
Mark: Clara, tell them to open the doors! Tell them we're just having a marital disagreement!
Clara: No, Mark... we're done...
Mark: Clara, don't do this! If I go to jail, the merger falls through!
Clara: I don't care about your merger! You hurt our child!
Older Man: Here, young lady, take my coat. Put it under your head.
Clara: Thank you... thank you so much...
Clara sobbed into the folded navy coat as the older man stroked her hair gently.
Mark: You think you're so smart, don't you? You think your daddy's lawyers are going to save you?!
Older Man: Keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you, kid.
Mark: You don't know who I am! I'm the vice president of Miller Logistics!
Clara: You were the vice president, Mark... my board of directors votes at five o'clock today...
Mark stared at Clara, his hands trembling with anger as distant sirens began to wail down the street.
Mark: You wouldn't dare strip my corporate voting rights...
Clara: Watch me...