The massive front doors were kicked open by uniformed police officers, guns drawn as they flooded the grand foyer.
Police Officer: EVERYONE STAY WHERE YOU ARE! HANDS IN THE AIR!
Richard: Officer! Arrest that man and his guards! They attempted to murder my son and me for corporate inheritance rights!
Victor: This is a misunderstanding! I'm his brother! We were just having a family dispute!
Police Officer: Save it for the judge, sir. Down on the ground! NOW!
The officers slammed Victor and his two bodyguards down against the glass-strewn marble floor, slapping steel handcuffs onto their wrists. The guests cheered as the corrupt billionaire was dragged out of his own family's mansion in shame.
Richard: Officer, make sure the digital footage from the foyer server is secured immediately. It contains absolute proof of the attempted assassination.
Police Officer: We have the area secured, Mr. Vance. Paramedics are right behind us.
Richard turned around to look for Clara. She was sitting quietly on a step near the staircase, wrapping a white linen napkin around her bleeding palm, trying her best to stay out of the way of the police and emergency crew.
Richard: Clara...
Clara: Don't worry about me, Mr. Vance. I'll clean up this glass before I leave. I don't want to lose my catering job over this.
Richard walked over to her and gently took her hands in his, ignoring the blood staining his expensive white cuffs.
Richard: Clean up? Clara, you saved my son's life today. You took the full impact of falling crystal to shield a child you didn't even know.
Clara: I just did what anyone would do...
Richard: No, you did what a hero would do. And I treated you like trash the moment I saw you.
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