The heavy oak doors burst open, and Evelyn marched into the marble foyer, accompanied by a tall man in an expensive navy suit holding a leather briefcase.
Evelyn: There he is, Mr. Davis! That is my son! He physically assaulted me in my own kitchen!
Mr. Davis: Liam, what is going on here? Your mother called me claiming you put hands on her.
Liam: Mr. Davis, I suggest you take a close look at who actually owns this property before you take another step into this house.
Evelyn: Don't play games with me, Liam! I am your mother! I am a co-owner of the Vance family estate!
Liam: You were a co-owner, Mom. Until I exercised the buyout clause in my father's will six months ago.
Evelyn froze, her dark green dress rustling as she took a step backward.
Evelyn: What buyout clause? You can't buy out my share without my written consent!
Liam: I didn't need your consent after you failed to make your property tax contributions for two consecutive quarters.
Mr. Davis: Evelyn... is this true? Did you miss your tax payments?
Evelyn: I had temporary cash flow issues! Liam knows that!
Liam: You didn't have cash flow issues, Mom. You took two hundred thousand dollars from Sophia's trust fund to pay for your weekend trip to Paris!
Clara: Two hundred thousand dollars... on a vacation?!
Liam: That's right, Clara. While you were scrubbing floors for minimum wage, my mother was living in luxury on our daughter's inheritance money.
Evelyn: That girl doesn't deserve a single cent! She is an uneducated maid who trapped my son!
Liam: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
Liam's voice boomed across the marble foyer, shaking the crystal chandelier hanging above them.
Liam: Clara is a college graduate with a degree in child development! The only reason she took a house cleaning job was because you blackmailed her agency!
Mr. Davis: Liam, those are very serious allegations. Do you have proof of blackmail?
Liam: I have the text messages my mother sent to the agency owner, Mr. Davis. She threatened to pull our corporate contract if they didn't send Clara specifically to this house to work as a maid.
Evelyn: I wanted her to learn her place! I wanted her to see how different our worlds were so she would leave you alone!
Clara: You made me clean your shoes, Mrs. Vance. You made me wash your car in the rain while you sat inside laughing with your friends.
Evelyn: Because you are nothing! You will never be a Vance!
Liam: She is already more of a Vance than you will ever be, Mom. And as of this morning, she is the primary manager of the Vance Family Real Estate Trust.
Evelyn gasped, clutching her throat as her face turned completely pale.
Evelyn: You... you gave control of the trust to a maid?!
Liam: I gave control of the trust to my wife.