Victoria: You... you hit me! You just hit me!
Victoria held her stinging cheek, her eyes wide in absolute shock and panic. The crowd gasped loudly, taking several steps back as airport police officers came running toward them.
Marcus: You laid your hands on an elderly woman! You're lucky I didn't do worse!
Victoria: Police! Arrest this man! He assaulted me!
Two armed airport police officers pushed through the crowd, their hands resting on their belts.
Officer Davis: What is going on here?! Everyone stay where you are!
Victoria: Officer! Thank God! This brute jumped off his little cart and struck me in the face!
Officer Davis: Is this true, sir?
Marcus: She shoved my mother to the ground first. My mother has a severe spinal condition and cannot stand for long periods.
Sarah: Officer, please... I was just standing in line waiting for my son. She pushed me out of nowhere.
Victoria: She was lying! She was blocking the priority lane! She clearly doesn't have a business class ticket!
Marcus: Show him the tickets, Mom.
Sarah pulled two gold-bordered first-class boarding passes from her jacket pocket, handing them to Officer Davis.
Officer Davis: These are legitimate first-class international passes for Flight 402 to London. Sir, is this your mother?
Marcus: Yes, she is. And my name is Marcus Vance.
Victoria froze for a split second, her jaw dropping as she looked at Marcus's gold watch and tailored suit.
Victoria: Vance? As in Vance Global Logistics?
Marcus: Exactly. The company that owns thirty percent of this airline's regional stock.
Victoria: That... that can't be! You're riding a cheap mobility scooter!
Marcus: My mother underwent knee surgery last month, you ignorant fool. I brought the scooter so she wouldn't have to walk the terminal.
Victoria: I... I didn't know...
Marcus: You didn't know she was wealthy? So it's okay to shove poor people to the floor?
Victoria: No! That's not what I meant!
Officer Davis: Ma'am, we need to check the terminal security footage. If you initiated physical contact, you will be taken into custody for domestic transit assault.
Victoria: You can't arrest me! I have a major interview in London in six hours! I'm meeting the board of directors for Vance Global!
Marcus let out a cold, bitter laugh, stepping closer to Victoria.
Marcus: You're Victoria Miller, aren't you? The candidate applying for Senior Regional Director?
Victoria: How do you know my name?!
Marcus: Because I'm the Chairman who was supposed to interview you at four o'clock today.
Victoria's knees buckled. She reached out to grab a terminal chair to steady herself, her entire body shaking in horror.
Victoria: Mr. Vance... please... I didn't recognize you!
Marcus: Your interview just ended, Victoria. And you failed.