The bright daylight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the grand Dallas mansion, illuminating the high-society guests gathering around the polished dining table. Arthur adjusted his black suit jacket, reaching for the velvet chair at the head of the table.

Before his fingers could touch the chair, a young maid named Clara rushed forward, her face pale and her hands trembling as she grabbed the frame.

Clara: Please sir, don't sit down!

Victoria: Put that chair back! How dare you lay your hands on the furniture during dinner!

Arthur: Hold on, Victoria. Let her finish.

Clara: Sir, you cannot sit here. Look under the cushion.

Arthur: What is going on here, Clara?

Victoria: She is out of her mind, Arthur! Fire her right now!

Arthur: Be quiet, Victoria. Clara, show me what you are talking about.

Clara reached under the thick velvet cushion, her knuckles white with tension, and pulled out a sleek black electronic device with a tiny blinking light.

Arthur: My security team didn't install this.

Victoria: That... that could be anything! A battery, a tracker... why are you listening to a maid?

Arthur: Because this is a high-grade military listening device, Victoria. And you are the only one who had access to this room before dinner.

Suddenly, a harsh buzz came through the tiny earpiece Clara was secretly wearing.

Earpiece Voice: Don't say another word. He knows.

Arthur stared at Victoria, his eyes narrowing as the room fell completely silent, the high-society guests gasping in collective shock.