Elena: You crossed a line that can never be uncrossed, Mark.
Mark: I own this line, this school, and everything attached to your name!
The woman falls onto the concrete sidewalk beside the curb, touching her reddened cheek before slowly looking back with controlled anger[cite: 1].
A heavy thud echoed against the sidewalk, followed by a low groan of pain as natural American facial features and realistic skin texture caught the harsh morning glare[cite: 1].
Elena: My goodness, my elbow...
Mark: Stay down in the dirt where you belong, Elena.
Parent: Someone help her up! He pushed her down like she was nothing!
Second Parent: That man belongs behind bars, not walking around an elementary school.
Elena: Don't touch me, I can stand on my own two feet.
Mark: You look pretty pathetic lying there with your designer suit ruined.
Elena: Ruined suits can be replaced, Mark. A criminal record lasts a lifetime.
Mark: You think a civil judge is going to take your word over mine?
Elena: I don't need a civil judge when I have direct federal jurisdiction.
Mark: Federal jurisdiction? You're a corporate compliance auditor!
Elena: Compliance auditors wear many hats when investigating multi-million-dollar embezzlers.
Mark: You're bluffing to save face in front of these nosy neighbors.
Elena: Am I? Look at who just turned the corner onto Elm Street.
Mark's confident smirk faltered for a fraction of a second as he glanced toward the intersection.
Will the sudden arrival of law enforcement turn the tables on Mark's arrogant display?