The heavy glass doors leading to the interior living room opened, and two security guards walked out onto the patio.
Security Chief: Mr. Vance! We saw the alert system trigger from the pool area!
Mark: David, secure the perimeter and make sure Mrs. Vance doesn't leave the property.
Victoria: David, do not put your hands on me! I pay your salary!
Security Chief: Actually, ma'am, our contract is directly with Vance Enterprises and Mr. Mark Vance.
Victoria: This is a domestic dispute! Step back right now!
Mark: David, did the outdoor cameras capture the west side of the pool patio?
Security Chief: Yes, sir. The 4K ultra-definition cameras cover every angle of the swimming deck.
Victoria stood frozen, her face completely draining of color under the hot sun.
Victoria: The... the cameras are active?
Security Chief: They run twenty-four hours a day on an encrypted cloud server, Mrs. Vance.
Mark: Pull up the feed from five minutes ago on your tablet, David.
Security Chief: Already pulled it up on the way out here, sir. It's fully recorded.
David handed a sleek black tablet computer directly to Mark.
Victoria lunged forward, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as she reached for the screen.
Victoria: Give me that!
Security Chief David stepped in front of her, his tall frame blocking her path completely.
Security Chief: Stand back, ma'am.
Mark tapped the glass screen, his face hardening into pure ice as the video began to play.
On the high-definition display, the footage clearly showed Victoria standing over Leo's wheelchair.
The camera captured the exact moment she drew back her right hand and struck the boy hard across his face.