Victoria: Your hotel?! You're insane! I manage this entire property!
Brandon: You used to manage it, Victoria. As of five seconds ago, you're fired.
Victoria: Brandon, listen to me! She snuck past the velvet ropes!
Brandon: She didn't sneak anywhere. She walked through the front doors of her own building!
Victoria: Look at her dress! It's covered in stains! She looks like a beggar!
Margarethe: A rain stain from the parking lot, my dear. I walked through the storm to get here.
Victoria: You can't just buy a hotel like this! This estate belongs to the Sterling Trust!
Brandon: And who do you think created the Sterling Trust thirty years ago, Victoria?
Victoria froze on the floor, holding her bruised cheek as her eyes darted between Brandon and the elderly woman.
Victoria: The... the founder? Mrs. Margarethe Sterling?
Margarethe: That is correct. And I came here today to inspect my new general manager.
Victoria: Brandon, please! You're my fiancé! You can't let her do this to me!
Brandon: I was your fiancé until I saw you pour ice water over my mother's head.
Victoria: I didn't know she was your mother! You told me she lived in a small village in Ohio!
Brandon: She does live in Ohio. She likes a quiet life away from arrogant people like you.
Margarethe: I told my son to test your heart before he gave you a seat on the corporate board.
Margarethe smoothed her wet coat, her voice steady and calm despite the dripping water.
Margarethe: I dressed in simple clothes and walked through my own banquet hall to see how you treat people who have nothing.
Victoria: That was a trap! You set me up!
Margarethe: A test is only a trap if you are a cruel person, Victoria.
Victoria: I was protecting the luxury reputation of this establishment!
Margarethe: You were protecting your own inflated ego.
Brandon: Mother, let me get you a dry blanket and a warm tea.
Margarethe: I am fine, Brandon. My spirit is dry, even if my coat is wet.
Victoria: Brandon, stand up for me! We signed our engagement contract last week!
Brandon: That contract contained a character clause, Victoria. My family lawyer wrote it personally.
Victoria: What character clause?!
Brandon: Any public display of cruelty, physical assault, or moral turpitude immediately voids our agreement and your corporate shares.
Victoria's face turned completely white as she tried to scramble up from the marble floor.