The luxury dining room was filled with bright daylight, polished white marble walls reflecting the sun.
Clara: Excuse me, sir. Please don't touch that glass.
Clara stepped forward, holding her serving tray tightly with both hands.
Vanessa: HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT US!
The slap rang through the dining room like a gunshot.
Clara's head whipped sideways, her tray clattering against the marble floor as she stumbled backward.
A sharp ring on Vanessa's finger sliced across Clara's skin, leaving a thin red line down her right cheek.
Julian: Vanessa! What are you doing? She's just a waitress!
Vanessa: She had the audacity to step into our private conversation, Julian!
Clara touched her hand to her cheek, her fingers coming away stained with fresh blood.
Tears blurred her eyes, but she didn't step back or look down.
Clara: I wasn't interrupting your conversation, ma'am. I was saving your husband's life.
Vanessa: You insolent little liar! Get out of this room before I have the owner throw you on the street!
Julian: Wait a minute. What do you mean, saving my life?
Clara pulled her smartphone out of her apron pocket, her hands trembling as she unlocked the screen.
Clara: LOOK AT THIS!
Julian leaned across the table, his eyes locking onto the bright display.
The screen played a clear video recording of Vanessa pouring a small white powder packet into his wine glass just two minutes earlier.
Julian: Is that... my wine glass?
Clara: YOUR WIFE WANTS YOU DEAD!
Vanessa's face went completely pale, her mouth dropping open as she stared at the glowing phone screen in absolute terror, knowing her secret had just been exposed to the entire world.