Victoria: What pocket? What are you talking about, you worthless servant?
Elena: Tell your daddy what you kept in your apron pocket, Lily.
Lily: Look what she did, Daddy! I kept the little black light on like you taught me!
Lily’s tiny, trembling hands reached into her little pink dress pocket and pulled out a small, rectangular plastic device. A tiny green light was still blinking steadily on its front face.
Mark: Is that... a hidden nanny cam?
Lily: You said if step-mommy ever got mean when you were at the office, I should press the button and hold the little camera.
Victoria: Give that to me right now, you little brat!
Victoria snatched violently at the child’s hands, but Mark spun around, shoving his wife back with immense force. She stumbled over her designer heels and crashed against the polished marble hall table.
Mark: Don't you ever lay a hand on my daughter again, Victoria!
Victoria: Mark, you’re taking the word of a toddler and a maid over your wife? I am the woman you married! I run this household!
Mark: Let’s see what’s on this memory card right now.
Elena: There’s a playback screen on the back, Mr. Sterling. Slide the side latch down.
Mark flicked the latch on the compact CCTV device. The tiny LCD screen flickered to life, displaying a crisp, wide-angle video feed recorded just twenty minutes earlier. The footage showed the foyer clearly. Victoria was dragging Lily by her upper arm toward the narrow utility compartment behind the hall wall, ignoring the child’s screaming and weeping.
Victoria on Video: "You tell your father about the offshore trust fund documents I signed, and you’ll spend the rest of your life in this wall!"
Mark: My God... you monster!
Victoria: That... that video is fake! It’s an AI edit! Elena made it to blackmail us for a cash settlement!
Mark: Fake? It happened twenty minutes ago in this very room!
Victoria: Mark, please, listen to me! I did it for us! I did it to protect our family’s estate from your ex-wife's custody lawyer!
Mark: You shoved a five-year-old child behind a sealed wall structure!
Victoria: It was only supposed to be for a few minutes to teach her a lesson! She was going to ruin our mortgage refinancing deal!
Mark: You are a sick, twisted psychopath!
Mark stepped up to Victoria, his face flushed with burning rage. Without hesitating, his palm flew across her face with a deafening slap that sent her tumbling onto the plush foyer rug.
Mark: You’re finished! Call 911 right now, Elena!
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