Julian: Where did you get this flash drive, Clara? Speak clearly right now.
Clara: The head baker at the downtown pasty shop... she handed it to me wrapped in a napkin right before they closed. She told me if I let this wedding happen without giving it to you, I would be helping a criminal.
Victoria: She's lying, Julian! Look at her, she's hysterical! She probably found that drive in the trash or bought it off the street to sabotage us! You know how jealous these staff members get!
Victoria grabbed Julian's sleeve, her fingers digging so deep into the expensive fabric that her knuckles turned stark white.
Julian: Victoria, quiet. I am talking to Clara.
Victoria: You're taking the side of a maid over your own fiancée?! We're supposed to get married in three hours! The guests are arriving at the hotel downtown right now!
Julian: If you have nothing to hide, Victoria, then three minutes of delay won't ruin your wedding day. Clara, explain the burns on your arm. Why did she say you burned yourself at the bakery?
Clara: Victoria came to the bakery early this morning, Mr. Vance. I was back there making sure the transport boxes were secured because your family hired my catering agency. Victoria tried to grab a ledger off the metal prep station when she saw me watching her. She knocked over a boiling pot of caramel glaze onto my wrist!
Victoria: That was an accident! You tripped
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