The morning light poured through the tall glass windows of the silver dining room, illuminating the porcelain plates and crystal glasses arranged neat on the mahogany table.
Ryan: My sister waited an hour for breakfast!
Ryan slammed his fist onto the edge of the dining table, sending coffee cups and silver spoons flying across the polished floor.
Claire: You just lost your wife, your house, and your company.
Claire stood her ground, her beige silk blouse remaining smooth as she looked directly into Ryan's furious eyes without flinching.
Ryan: What did you just say to me?
Claire: I said it is over, Ryan. Every single bit of it.
Ryan stared back at her, his jaw dropping as his hands trembled against his dark suit jacket.
Sister: Ryan, make her apologize! She can't speak to you like that in your own home!
Claire: This isn't his home anymore, Chloe. And it never really was.
Ryan turned around quickly, running toward the white double doors of his private office down the grand hallway.
He grabbed the brass handle and pulled with all his strength, but the thick door remained completely locked.
Ryan: Why is this door locked?! Who locked my office?!
Claire walked slowly down the marble corridor, holding a bright blue clipboard sealed with official court stamps in her hand.
Sister: Ryan, she knows. She was in your study last night with the auditors.
Ryan: Where did you get that clipboard, Claire?
Claire: Tell me, Ryan. Which signature did you forge first?
Ryan's eyes darted across the ceiling, catching the small red lights of the dome security cameras blinking quietly above the curtains.
Claire: Did you really think those ceiling cameras were disconnected?
Ryan stood frozen near the locked white door, realizing every single secret he had kept was about to destroy his life forever.