Billionaire: Marcus... move away from the girl.
Marcus: Sir, she just knocked over your drink and made a scene—
Billionaire: Look at the cloth, Marcus! Look at the foam!
Marcus: It... it could just be an effervescent vitamin tablet, sir.
Billionaire: Vitamin tablets do not hiss like acid and turn black at the edges.
Lily: He pulled the little bottle out of his jacket pocket! I saw him!
Billionaire: Sweetheart, come here. Come away from him.
The little girl scrambled around the edge of the glass-littered table, running straight to the elderly man, who immediately pulled her behind his chair.
Billionaire: Are you hurt, child? Your cheek is bright red.
Lily: It stings... but I had to stop you from drinking it.
Billionaire: Who are you? Who brought you to my estate today?
Lily: My mom is working in the kitchen. She's one of the caterers for the party.
Marcus: Sir, we shouldn't listen to a child of the kitchen staff. She probably tripped and made up a story to avoid getting in trouble for breaking fine crystal.
Billionaire: She didn't trip, Marcus. She intentionally threw her entire weight against my glass.
Marcus: I was standing right beside you, Mr. Sterling. Nobody came near your table except the waiter who dropped off the tray.
Lily: It wasn't the waiter! It was him!
Lily pointed her small, trembling finger directly at Marcus's dark suit jacket.
Marcus: What?! You little liar!
Billionaire: Silence, Marcus!
Marcus: Sir, I have been your personal head of security for six years! I have protected your life, your mansion, and your family! You cannot possibly believe a kitchen worker's child over me!
Billionaire: I believe my own eyes, Marcus. And right now, my eyes are looking at a chemical reaction on my table that could have stopped my heart in thirty seconds.
Marcus: I didn't put anything in that glass!
Lily: You did! You dropped two little white dots into the orange juice right before Mr. Sterling turned around!
Billionaire: Marcus, step back to the edge of the tent. Right now.
Marcus: Sir, this is ridiculous—
Billionaire: That is an order, Marcus! Step back!