Vanessa screamed in panic, reaching out to grab Mark's arm to pull the phone away from his ear. She had completely lost control of her emotions, her long manicured nails digging into his suit sleeve.
Vanessa: You can't call the police on me! I am a Montgomery! My father donates millions to the city council!
Mark: I don't give a damn who your father is.
In one swift movement, Mark pushed her arm away. Vanessa stumbled backward, her heels catching on the soft rug, and she crashed down onto the high chair that had held little Lily just minutes ago. The chair overturned, sending plastic pieces rattling across the floor.
Vanessa: You pushed me! You put your hands on me!
Mark: The security cameras caught that too, Vanessa. You grabbed me first. I defended myself.
Maria: The police officers are already downstairs in the lobby, Mr. Sterling. Security alerted them as soon as they saw the camera feeds from the master bedroom.
Vanessa: What?! You set me up!
Mark: I didn't set you up. You did this all by yourself. You brought your dark, hateful heart into my home, and today it caught up with you.
The bedroom door swung open again, and two uniformed Dallas police officers walked briskly into the penthouse suite, accompanied by the building’s head of security.
Officer Davis: Mr. Sterling? We received an emergency alert regarding a child endangerment incident in progress.
Mark: Officer, thank you for coming up so quickly. The incident occurred right here. My former fiancée physically restrained my two-year-old daughter and assaulted her with electric clippers, causing physical distress and panic.
Vanessa: Officers, he is lying! It was just a haircut! He is trying to frame me because he wants to break off our engagement without paying the settlement!
Officer Davis: Ma'am, stay right where you are. We’ve already reviewed the live cloud video feed provided by building security. We saw the entire interaction.
Vanessa: That video proves nothing!
Officer Davis: It proves force, restraint, and distress on a toddler. Please place your hands behind your back, Miss Montgomery.
The metallic click of handcuffs echoed loudly through the high-ceilinged room. Vanessa began to sob frantically, a sharp contrast to her vicious demeanor just twenty minutes earlier.
Vanessa: Mark! Tell them to stop! Call my father! Please, Mark!
Mark: Take her out through the service elevator, Officer. I don't want my daughter seeing her face ever again.
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