Arthur: Eleanor! It's such an honor to finally meet you in person!
Arthur Miller rushed into the VIP suite, holding a thick leather folder containing the business contract. He smiled broadly, totally unaware of what had just happened on the deck outside.
Arthur: We have all the financial records prepared for the expansion project. My team is ready to execute the agreement today.
Eleanor: Hold your speech, Arthur. Sit down.
Arthur paused, noticing the tense atmosphere in the room, the two security officers, and Tiffany standing in the corner with a red, swollen cheek.
Arthur: Is everything alright? Brandon, why does Tiffany look so upset?
Brandon: Dad... there was an incident on the upper deck a few minutes ago.
Arthur: An incident? What kind of incident?
Eleanor: Your son's girlfriend approached me while I was enjoying the morning breeze. She called me a washed-up relic and ordered me to leave the deck before security threw me off.
Arthur's mouth dropped open in complete horror. He spun around, staring at Tiffany as if she had just confessed to a crime.
Arthur: You... you said that to Mrs. Vance?!
Tiffany: Mr. Miller, I didn't know who she was! She wasn't wearing any designer clothes or jewelry!
Arthur: Are you out of your mind?! Do you judge people's worth based on what they're wearing?!
Tiffany: Everyone on this yacht is wearing luxury brands! She looked like a plain worker!
Eleanor: And even if I were a worker on this yacht, girl, does that give you the right to speak to me like garbage?
Tiffany swallowed hard, unable to find any words as Eleanor's voice echoed through the room with relentless authority.
Tiffany: I... I didn't mean it like that...
Arthur: Mrs. Vance, please! Tiffany is not part of our family business! She's just Brandon's girlfriend!
Eleanor: She represents the people your family chooses to surround yourselves with, Arthur. Character matters to me when I invest millions of dollars.
Brandon: Mrs. Vance, I tried to make her apologize! I swear I had nothing to do with her comments!
Eleanor: But you stood by and let her act like a queen on my deck until you realized who I was, didn't you, Brandon?
Brandon lowered his head, unable to meet Eleanor's sharp gaze.
Brandon: I... I didn't stop her in time, ma'am.
Eleanor: Exactly. You only care about respect when money is attached to it.
Arthur: Eleanor, please! If you don't sign this investment contract, Miller Holdings will go into default on our bank loans next month!
Eleanor: That sounds like a management problem, Arthur, not my problem.
Arthur: We will lose our office tower! We will lose our family home! We've worked thirty years to build this business!
Eleanor: Then perhaps you should have taught your son to choose better partners instead of bringing shallow bullies onto my ship.
Tiffany stepped forward, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger.
Tiffany: Mr. Miller, don't beg this woman! She physically assaulted me on the deck! I have marks on my face! We can sue her for millions!
Arthur: SILENCE!
Arthur turned on Tiffany, his voice booming across the private suite with sudden, desperate rage.
Arthur: Shut your mouth before I throw you off this boat myself!
Tiffany: Mr. Miller!
Arthur: You've ruined my entire family's future in five minutes because of your disgusting ego!
Eleanor: Quiet down, Arthur. Screaming won't save your company now.
Arthur: What do I have to do, Eleanor? Tell me what you want from us. I will do anything to save Miller Holdings.
Eleanor leaned back in her chair, holding up a single finger as a small, cold smile appeared on her face.
Eleanor: I have three conditions before I even look at your contract, Arthur.
Arthur: Name them! Whatever they are, I agree!
Eleanor: First, that woman leaves this yacht right now in a dinghy boat. Second, your son breaks off his engagement with her immediately. And third, she signs a liability waiver promising never to contact my legal team again.
Tiffany gasped, staring at Eleanor in total disbelief.
Tiffany: A dinghy boat?! I am wearing a five-thousand-dollar dress!
Eleanor: Then you had better hope you don't get wet, my dear.