The morning sun shone bright over the grand estate on Oak Lane in Dallas.
Sarah stood by the polished window inside her late father's quiet home office.
She held a legal paper in her hand that changed everything about her future.
Her father had left the entire logistics company to her in his last will.
She took a deep breath as she listened to the quiet room.
The white marble floors stretched down the long hallway toward the front door.
A giant crystal chandelier hung high above the spacious foyer near the stairs.
Sarah rubbed her eyes and placed the paper inside her leather folder.
She knew her uncle Richard would be very upset about the clear news.
Richard had managed the company accounts for nearly ten whole years now.
He treated the family business like his own personal bank account every day.
Sarah stepped out of the office and walked toward the upper balcony railing.
She looked down into the high floor entrance where servants were cleaning up.
A quiet maid named Maria was carefully polishing the heavy wooden tables below.
Maria: Good morning Miss Sarah.
Sarah: Good morning Maria, have you seen my uncle today?
Maria: He is downstairs in the library with your stepmother Victoria.
Sarah nodded gently and walked toward the top of the marble staircase.
She felt a cold breeze come through the high glass windows nearby.
The house was huge, but it always felt empty after her father died.
She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the bottom floor.
Mark Vance walked up the stairs with a thick stack of mail.
Mark was the chief of security for the estate and a loyal friend.
He had worked for Sarah's father for more than fifteen proud years.
Mark: Good morning Sarah, these files just arrived from the lawyer.
Sarah: Thank you Mark, I appreciate your quick help today.
Mark: Are you feeling okay about the afternoon board meeting later?
Sarah: I am nervous, but I must stand up for my dad.
Mark: I will be standing right outside the door the whole time.
Sarah smiled because Mark always made her feel safe in this house.
She turned back toward the balcony railing to look at the garden.
Suddenly, the double doors of the library slammed open on the first floor.
Uncle Richard walked out with a very dark expression on his face.
His stepmother Victoria followed right behind him with a nervous look.
Richard held a glass of water and looked up toward the upper floor.
His eyes locked onto Sarah with a cold and bitter glare.
Sarah felt her stomach drop as he started walking up the steps.
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