A sudden, deafening crash echoed from the double doors leading to the private executive study down the hall.
The heavy oak panels splintered slightly as they burst open under an overwhelming surge of raw, unadulterated panic.
A fair-skinned American man in a tailored suit bursts through the double doors in panic.
David: Victoria! What in God's name did you just do?!
Victoria: David! You're back early from the board meeting. Listen, your daughter tripped over her own feet—
David: Save your breath! I saw the entire thing from the security monitor in my study!
Victoria: That's not what you think!
David ignored her frantic excuses completely, his eyes locked entirely on the broken glass and Clara's motionless body.
David: You shoved her into the mirror! I watched you push her with my own eyes!
Victoria: She attacked me first! She was threatening to ruin our entire family settlement!
David: She is my flesh and blood, and you just tried to murder her in our own foyer!
Victoria stepped backward, her face turning pale as she realized her lies had evaporated into thin air.
Victoria: David, please, let's talk about this rationally in the study like civilized adults.
David: There is nothing left to discuss between us. Your time in this house is officially over.
The man rushes across the room toward the attacker, his expression filled with rage.
SFX: Heavy rushing footsteps
Victoria: Stay back! Don't you dare touch me with those dirty hands!
Can David reach her in time to stop her from fleeing the estate before justice can be served?
David: You are going to pay for every single tear my daughter shed under this roof.