Brandon: Tiffany! What on earth happened to you?!
Brandon rushed through the crowd of frozen guests, his face pale as he saw Tiffany lying across the ruined table, clutching her swollen, red cheek.
Tiffany: Brandon! That crazy old woman attacked me! Call security right now!
Brandon: Are you okay? Get up, please, everyone is staring at us!
Tiffany: I don't care if they're staring! She slapped me twice and shoved me into the table!
Tiffany pushed herself up from the deck, wiping spilled red wine off her sparkling dress with shaking, frantic hands.
Tiffany: Look at my dress! It's completely ruined! That suit costs more than her whole life!
Brandon: Calm down, Tiffany! Where did she go?
Tiffany: She walked toward the private VIP lounge like she owns the place!
Brandon looked toward the glass doors of the VIP lounge, his chest tightening with sudden fear.
Brandon: The private lounge? Nobody is allowed in there except the chief investor for our firm.
Tiffany: She probably broke in there to hide from security! Go get the yacht captain and have her arrested for assault!
Brandon: Did you say something to her before she hit you, Tiffany? Tell me the truth.
Tiffany: I just told her to leave the upper deck! She was standing there in that plain, cheap black suit looking like staff!
Brandon: A black suit? Wait... did she have short gray hair and a silver watch?
Tiffany: Yes! A terrible, outdated haircut and no makeup! She looked like a washed-up relic!
Brandon gasped, dropping his champagne glass onto the wooden deck floor.
Brandon: Oh my god... Tiffany, what did you do?!
Tiffany: What did I do? She's the one who hit me!
Brandon: That woman isn't a servant! That's Eleanor Vance!
Tiffany blinked, her eyes widening as she stared at Brandon in confusion.
Tiffany: Who is Eleanor Vance?
Brandon: She owns Vance Global Logistics! She owns this entire yacht, Tiffany! She's the billionaire my father and I have been trying to meet for six months!
Tiffany: What?! That plain old woman owns this boat?!
Brandon: Our company is five million dollars in debt! We needed her to sign our investment contract today or my family goes bankrupt!
Tiffany: Brandon... I didn't know! She wasn't wearing any brand name clothes!
Brandon: Because she doesn't need to show off her wealth! Everyone in high society knows who she is!
Tiffany: What are we going to do?! She hit me twice! I can sue her!
Brandon: Sue her?! If she cancels this funding deal, my father will lose our family estate and our house will go into foreclosure by next week!
Brandon grabbed Tiffany's wrist, dragging her toward the VIP lounge glass doors while she tried to adjust her messy hair.
Tiffany: Brandon, let go of me! My face is still burning!
Brandon: You are going to walk inside that room and apologize to Mrs. Vance on your knees if you have to!
Tiffany: On my knees?! I'm the victim here!
Brandon: You insulted the most powerful woman in the maritime industry on her own boat! If you don't fix this, my life is over!
Brandon pushed open the heavy glass doors to the private lounge, stepping inside with a trembling, nervous smile.
Brandon: Mrs. Vance? I am so terribly sorry for the misunderstanding outside...
Eleanor Vance sat on a leather armchair, taking a calm sip of espresso while two security guards stood beside her.
Eleanor: Misunderstanding? Is that what you call your girlfriend's pathetic behavior, young man?
Brandon: She didn't recognize you, ma'am! She thought... well, she was mistaken!
Eleanor: She thought I was a washed-up relic who didn't belong on my own deck.
Tiffany stood behind Brandon, her face turning bright red as Eleanor stared at her with sharp, icy eyes.
Tiffany: Mrs. Vance... I'm sorry if I offended you, but you had no right to lay hands on me!
Eleanor: I have every right to teach an arrogant brat how to treat human beings with basic dignity.
Brandon: Tiffany, shut up! Mrs. Vance, please, don't hold her mistake against my family's company.
Eleanor: Your company, Brandon? Isn't your father Arthur Miller?
Brandon: Yes! He's downstairs waiting for our scheduled meeting with you!
Eleanor: Tell Arthur to come up here immediately. We have a lot to discuss before I decide whether to ruin your family or not.