Victoria: This is ridiculous! Call security right now! Remove this crazy woman from my home!
Elena: Security won't touch me, Victoria. They know who pays their salaries.
Guest 1: Victoria... what is she talking about? Is this some kind of joke?
Victoria: Of course it's a joke! She's mentally unstable! I hired her three months ago through an agency!
Elena: You didn't hire me through an agency, Victoria. You posted an ad online looking for staff who didn't ask questions. You wanted someone invisible.
Victoria: Keep your mouth shut! You have no right to speak to my friends like this!
Elena pulled a folded sheet of parchment paper from the inner pocket of her maid's apron. She tossed it onto the center of the white tablecloth, right beside the silver centerpiece.
Elena: Take a look at that, everyone. That is a certified copy of the deed to this estate.
Guest 2: That's the county recorder's seal. Look at the legal description of the property.
Victoria: Don't look at that fake paper! She printed that off the internet!
Elena: Check the owner's name at the bottom. It doesn't say Victoria Sterling. It says Elena Vance.
Victoria grabbed the paper, her fingers shaking so hard she nearly tore the page. Her eyes scanned the lines of text, her face growing paler with every second.
Victoria: How did you get this? This is impossible! My late husband left this house to me in his will!
Elena: Your late husband was Arthur Vance. My father.
Guest 1: Arthur's daughter? But Victoria said Arthur had no surviving family!
Elena: That's what she wanted everyone in Dallas to believe. She cut off all contact between my father and me during his final years.
Victoria: You abandoned him! You didn't care about him!
Elena: You blocked my calls, threw away my letters, and convinced him I was dead so you could get your hands on his estate, his investments, and his life insurance.
Victoria: That is a complete lie! Arthur loved me! He wanted me to have everything!
Elena: He loved you until he realized what you were doing. And five months before he passed, he changed his trust fund and property titles back into my name.
Victoria's hands dropped to her sides, dropping the document onto the floor. The guests turned toward her, their expressions turning from confusion to intense judgment.
Victoria: Even if... even if the house is yours... why would you dress like a maid? Why work here?
Elena: Because I needed to find out what else you stole from him.
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