Evelyn took a step back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath while looking around the massive dining room that she would never own. The reality of losing the millions of dollars, the luxury estate, and the social standing began to sink deep into her mind, turning her anger into pure panic. She fell back against the back of a chair, her voice trembling as she tried one last time to fix the damage she had caused.
Evelyn: Arthur, please... think about this! We can go to counseling! I was just stressed out!
Arthur: Stressed people do not strike defenseless workers, Evelyn. Cruel people do.
Evelyn: I will apologize to her! I will give her money! Just please do not do this to me!
Arthur: Your money cannot buy back your character. It is time for you to leave my house right now.
Arthur raised his hand and pressed a small silver button on the intercom system installed on the wall near the door. Within seconds, two tall security guards in dark suits entered the dining room with firm, professional expressions. They stood near the entrance, waiting for their employer's orders while keeping their eyes locked on the frantic woman in the silk dress.
Arthur: Escort Miss Evelyn to her room so she can pack her personal belongings. She has thirty minutes to leave the property.
Security Guard: Yes, Mr. Vance. Right this way, ma'am.
Evelyn: Get your hands off me! Arthur, you cannot do this to me! You will regret this day for the rest of your life!
The guards moved in closer, respectfully guiding Evelyn toward the main hallway as she screamed and shouted insults at the top of her lungs. Her high heels scraped loudly against the floor as she was led away, her voice fading gradually as she was taken upstairs to pack her bags. The double doors of the dining room clicked shut, restoring a deep, peaceful quiet to the grand space once again.
Arthur let out a long, exhausted breath, running a hand over his face as he looked at the mess left behind on the floor. He walked over to the kitchen doorway and pushed it open gently, finding Maria sitting at the small wooden table inside with an ice pack held against her red, swollen cheek. She looked up nervously as he stepped inside, trying to stand up out of respect.
Arthur: Sit down, Maria. Please stay sitting.
Maria: Did she... did she leave, Mr. Vance?
Arthur: She is leaving forever, Maria. You never have to worry about her or anyone like her ever again.
Maria looked at him with tears filling her eyes once more, but this time they were tears of pure relief and gratitude. Arthur sat down across from her at the kitchen table, offering a warm, reassuring smile that brought a sense of peace back into the home after hours of chaos and fear.