Eleanor struggled to keep her footing against the cold stone wall, her white suit jacket brushing the polished surface.
Eleanor: Have you completely lost your mind, Julian? I raised you better than this.
Julian: Don't lecture me about morals while you sit on billions of dollars that should be invested in our future.
Clara: Just finish it, Julian. We have a champagne toast waiting in the ballroom.
The man suddenly slaps the older woman across the face while the two women watch with smug expressions[cite: 1].
SFX: Loud slap, low tension chord[cite: 1]
The sharp crack of the strike echoed off the vaulted ceilings, silencing the distant murmurs of the household staff.
Eleanor's head snapped to the side from the sudden force, her cheek burning fiercely under the harsh overhead lights.
Eleanor: You struck your own mother...
Julian: That was a warning to keep your mouth shut from now on.
One woman in a maroon dress leans against the man, mocking the older woman[cite: 1].
Elena: Did you really think you could fight him?
Eleanor: I built this entire enterprise from the ground up when your father had nothing.
Clara: And now it's our turn to enjoy the fruits of your labor without your constant interference.
Julian smirked, wrapping his arm around Clara's waist as if he had already won the war.
Julian: The lawyers are finalizing the trust transfer papers right now, mother dearest.
Eleanor wiped a trembling hand across her cheek, tasting the faint trace of iron on her lips.
Eleanor: Papers aren't worth the paper they're printed on if the owner never signed away her voting rights.
Julian: Keep living in your fantasies. By midnight, your accounts will be frozen and your name erased.
Can any power on earth save Eleanor from being utterly destroyed by her own family inside her own home?
Eleanor: We shall see who erases whom.