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Prompt

In a sprawling white American luxury estate dining hall in upstate New York at night, cool moonlight mixes with harsh recessed ceiling lights reflecting off a marble island. Nora (mid-20s, white American, slim, messy bun, slightly oversized maid uniform with a fresh name tag) steps fast between Celeste (early 30s, white American, elegant cream dress, icy smile, arm raised mid-slap) and Mrs. Donnelly (early 70s, white American, gray hair net, trembling in a cook’s apron clutching a ladle). The camera starts in a tense medium shot tracking Nora’s sudden move, then snaps to a close-up of Celeste’s frozen hand and Nora’s steady eyes. Cut to Damian Crowe (early 40s, white American, tall, tailored dark suit, controlled menace) at the far end of the island; he slowly looks up, a frayed red thread bracelet visible on his wrist. Nora says, firm but shaking, “Don’t hit her—she’s seventy-two.” Celeste lowers her hand with a tight laugh and murmurs, “Move.” The camera pushes into Damian’s close-up as his stare locks on Nora like recognition, the room dead silent, tension spiking under low, ominous music. No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays.