"In addition," Arthur said calmly, holding up his iPad screen for Marcus and the police officers to see, "the ceiling sensors in this master penthouse feature live 4K overhead security streams."

Arthur tapped the screen. A crisp, high-definition video played in real-time, showing Karen's exact actions: demanding Arthur leave, screaming insults, and then maliciously swiping her heavy designer handbag across the pedestal, smashing the $20,000 custom Italian crystal model onto the floor before dropping to her knees to fake an assault.

"Officer," Arthur stated, his voice like cold steel, "I am pressing full criminal charges for felony property destruction valued at $20,000, criminal trespassing, public harassment, and filing a false police report."

"Wait! No! It was an accident! I'm a prospective high-net-worth client!" Karen shrieked, her voice cracking into a panicked squeak as the two police officers stepped forward with handcuffs pulled. "You can't do this to me!"

In a blind, hysterical panic to avoid the officers, Karen turned to sprint toward the private balcony exit. But in her wild, clumsy rush, her three-inch stiletto caught on the edge of the sleek, rimless indoor infinity pool deck.

She lost her balance completely.

SPLASH!

With a massive spray of water, Karen tumbled backward headfirst into the four-foot-deep, ice-cold indoor infinity pool. Her heavy cream-colored trench coat, designer handbag, and sharp inverted bob haircut were instantly doused, leaving her sputtering, gasping, and thrashing around in the illuminated pool like a stranded carp.

The express elevator chimed once more, opening just in time to reveal twenty high-profile city news reporters and billionaire VIP guests arriving for the launch party. Dozens of smartphones immediately flashed as the crowd burst into roaring laughter, recording the entire pathetic scene.

A drenched, shivering, cheese-cloth-looking Karen was dragged out of the pool by security, slapped tightly into steel handcuffs, and handed a crisp $20,000 repair invoice printed directly from Arthur’s iPad. As the police hauled the weeping, humiliated woman out into the lobby in total disgrace, Arthur calmly smoothed down his cashmere sweater, raised a glass of champagne, and welcomed his guests to the top of the city.