The scene begins in Victoria Newman’s office at Newman Enterprises. The room is dimly lit, and a tense atmosphere fills the air. Victoria sits at her desk, staring at a photograph of her family. Her expression is a mix of exhaustion and unease. A glass of wine sits untouched beside her, reflecting the faint glow of her desk lamp.
Victoria speaks softly to herself, her voice heavy with emotion. “Everything I’ve built, everything I’ve sacrificed, and yet it feels like it’s all slipping away.” She sighs deeply, running her fingers through her hair, clearly overwhelmed.
Her phone buzzes, breaking the silence. She picks it up and sees a text from an unknown number: You’ve crossed the line, Victoria. Now you’ll pay the price. Her face hardens as she reads the message.
“Another threat,” she mutters under her breath. “Who could it be this time?” She stands abruptly, pacing the room, her mind racing through the possibilities. Recent events flash through her memory: her clashes with Adam, the lingering shadows of Ashland Locke’s allies, and her risky business decisions that may have made her enemies.
The scene transitions to the Newman Enterprises parking garage. It’s late, and the space is eerily quiet. Victoria walks to her car, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. She glances over her shoulder, sensing she might not be alone.
Her phone buzzes again, and she hesitates before checking it. Another text reads: You can’t escape what’s coming. Her breathing quickens as she looks around, her eyes scanning the shadows. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes through the garage.
She turns quickly, but no one is there. “Who’s there?” she calls out, her voice firm but tinged with fear.
A car engine roars to life in the distance, and headlights pierce the darkness, speeding toward her. Victoria freezes for a moment, then starts running toward the exit. The car accelerates, its tires screeching as it closes in on her. She stumbles but manages to regain her footing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Just as the car is about to reach her, it swerves at the last second, narrowly missing her. She collapses to the ground, trembling as the car disappears into the night. Her phone buzzes one last time. The text reads: Next time, you won’t be so lucky.
Victoria sits on the cold concrete, her face pale and her hands shaking. Tears well up in her eyes, but she quickly wipes them away, her expression hardening.
“If they think they can scare me, they’ve got another thing coming,” she whispers to herself, her voice filled with determination.
The scene ends with Victoria standing up, her resolve stronger than ever as she walks back toward the elevator, ready to face whatever comes next.
