INT. 12TH FLOOR KANE ADVERTISING OFFICE BUILDING — EVENING
LEAH, a 32-year-old businesswoman sits at the head of a long glass table. Her brown hair is pulled back into a severe bun and her white button up shirt is no longer tucked into her navy suit pants. She takes a deep breath, rubs her green eyes, and relaxes back into her chair. LEAH clears her throat to get everyone’s attention. LEAH: Alright, everyone, I guess that’s enough for tonight. I’ll see everyone tomorrow at six. BRET: Six? It’s eight o’clock now. We can’t come in a little later? You know, since we stayed three hours over today? |
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