Chapter 3 - THE SECURITY ESCORT
Four heavy-set security guards in black suits rushed across the ballroom, their polished dress shoes squeaking on the marble floor.
Julian struggled to his feet, coughing as he straightened his disheveled grey tuxedo jacket with trembling hands.
"Arrest this crazy woman!" Julian yelled, pointing a shaking finger at Sierra. "She assaulted me in front of hundreds of guests!"
Sierra stood tall, stepping calmly between the guards and her sobbing daughter, shielding Lily with her own body.
"Touch us, and the New York City Police Department will have the full security footage of a grown man assaulting a six-year-old child," Sierra stated coldly.
The lead security guard paused, glancing at the shattered glass display cabinet and the blood on little Lily’s leg.
"Ma'am, we need everyone to step outside while we review the venue's surveillance tapes," the lead guard declared firmly.
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Victoria’s face turned bright red with rage, her off-the-shoulder white evening gown rustling as she stepped toward the lead guard.
"Do you know who pays your salary?" Victoria spat, her voice dripping with venomous entitlement. "We own this entire property!"
