The garden party was in full swing, with bright sunlight warming the outdoor patio, white tents rustling in the breeze, and crystal glasses clinking under the summer sun.
Billionaire: This estate fundraiser is turning out to be quite a success, Marcus.
Marcus: Indeed, sir. Everything is proceeding exactly as planned.
Billionaire: Good. I want the foundation's trust fund paperwork finalized by tomorrow morning.
Marcus: Of course, Mr. Sterling. Your glass is right here on the table.
Before the elderly man could reach out his hand, a little girl in a light blue dress charged across the patio grass, her face pale and frantic.
She lunged toward the table, her small hands smacking directly into the glass of orange juice, sending it tumbling over the side.
Glass shattered across the patio floor as dark orange liquid splashed all over the elderly billionaire's dark suit and the white tablecloth.
Billionaire: Good heavens! What in the world—
Marcus: Hey! Get away from him!
Marcus, a heavy-set male bodyguard in a dark suit, stepped forward with his face twisted in absolute fury.
He brought his hand down hard, a loud sharp slap echoing across the garden, sending the small girl staggering back against the table leg.
Marcus: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!
The young girl held her bright red cheek, her body trembling, but her eyes remained firm as she pointed an urgent finger at the orange mess spreading across the cloth.
Lily: SOMEONE PUT POISON IN HIS DRINK!
Marcus froze, his hand still raised, as the entire crowd of guests went dead silent.
On the white tablecloth, two white pills were dissolving rapidly, sizzling and frothing into a bright yellow foam right next to an overturned pill bottle.
Billionaire: My God... look at the table...
Lily: I saw the man put the pills in when you weren't looking!
The bodyguard looked from the frothing foam to his boss, his chest heaving as the cold truth began to settle over the garden party.