The terrace is frozen.
The woman can’t breathe.
“Anna… is my sister.”
Silence explodes into whispers.
The girl steps back.
Confused. Scared.
“That’s my mom…”
The billionaire stands up now. No smile anymore.
Tension everywhere.
“Your mom died 10 years ago,” the woman says, shaking.
The girl’s eyes fill with tears—
“She didn’t die… she told me to run.”
Everything stops.
The woman’s voice breaks:
“…from who?”
The girl looks slowly toward the table—
toward the billionaire.
And whispers—
“…from him.”
Silence.
Phones still recording.
The man’s face changes for the first time.
CUT.
