Richard: Everyone stay where you are. Nobody leaves this dining hall.
Victoria: Richard, this is absurd! You're letting a maid disrupt our engagement dinner over a plastic trinket!
Richard: This isn't a trinket, Victoria. This is a military-grade listening device wired into my private network.
Elena: Sir, it's not just a microphone. It has an active transmitter sending data right now.
Victoria: How would a simple housemaid know anything about military equipment? She's the one who put it there!
Richard: Is that true, Elena? Did you place this here?
Elena: No, Mr. Vance! I swear on my life, I didn't!
Victoria: Call the police, Richard! Arrest her for industrial espionage and breaking her employment contract!
Richard: Elena, answer me truthfully. How did you know to check that exact chair before I sat down?
Elena: I saw someone tampering with the head table while the caterers were setting up this afternoon.
Victoria: She's lying! She's trying to frame the event staff to cover her own tracks!
Richard: Who did you see, Elena?
Elena: I saw Miss Victoria's private assistant entering the room when it was supposed to be locked.
Victoria: You insolent brat! How dare you accuse my staff!
Victoria stepped forward, her expensive red gown trailing behind her as she raised her hand to strike Elena across the face. Richard reached out swiftly, grabbing Victoria’s wrist mid-air with a firm, unyielding grip.
Richard: That's enough! No one touches anyone in this house.
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