Nat: One Young girl walked towards a big building with a sign saying 'Sharpe Enterprises'. The girl walked into the building and approached the front desk; where a woman was looking down at some paperwork.
Angela: Hi, I'm looking for Mrs Cartwright.
(The woman behind the desk slowly looked up)
Receptionist: And, who may you be?
Angela: I'm Angela; her daughter.
Receptionist: Are you now..? Do you have any ID?
Angela: ID for what?
Receptionist: To prove you are who you say you are.
(Angela looks confused)
Angela: You want ID to prove I'm Mrs Cartwright's daughter?
Receptionist: Come on hand it over...
(The woman reached her hand up)
Receptionist: I haven't got all day.
(Angela looks down at the woman's hand)
Angela: I don't have any ID.
(Angela looks back at the woman's face and she slowly moved her hand back)
Receptionist: Then I'm afraid I can't let you see her.
Angela: But my mum asked me to meet her here.
Receptionist: What do you want to see Mrs Cartwright about?
Angela: That is none of your business.
(Angela takes a deep breath)
Angela: Look here you…
(Angela leans over the desk and looked the receptionist in the eye)
Angela: Is it too much trouble for you to contact my mother and tell her I'm here?
(The receptionist looks shocked)
Receptionist: Who do you think you are?
Angela: I just told you; my name is Angela Cartwright.
Receptionist: You can't talk to me like that?
(Angela stands up straighter)
Angela: Well, it looks like I just did.
Receptionist: Now, look here. If you don't show me any respect, I'll have you thrown out of this building.
Angela: Show you, respect..!
(Angela places her hands on her hips)
Angela: Why don't you start showing respect to your customers?
(Just then the phone started ringing)
Receptionist: Just hold on a moment.
(The woman picked up the phone)
Angela: What should I hold on to?
(The receptionist stared back at Angela who was grinning back)
Receptionist: Hello, Sharpe Enterprises. How may I help you?
Pen: I see you have my daughter with you.
Receptionist: Mrs Cartwright!
Pen: Please, will you show her to the lift?
Receptionist: I'm not letting a child into this building; Mr Sharpe will have my head.
Angela: Hey, I'm no child.
(The Receptionist glared back at Angela)
Pen: My daughter, is certainly, no child.
Receptionist: Well, she looks like one to me.
Pen: Mr Sharpe knows my daughter is coming, anyway.
Receptionist: He didn't say anything to me.
Pen: And, when does Mr Sharpe ever speak to you, himself?
Receptionist: I still wasn't informed.
Pen: Well, I'm informing you now. So, will you show her to the lift?
Receptionist: You have an attitude just like your daughter, here.
Pen: I don't blame her if she has to communicate with you.
Receptionist: What's that supposed to mean?
Pen: Don't make me have to come and get her, myself.
Receptionist: Maybe, you should.
Pen: Do you want to explain to Mr Sharpe, why I had to leave my post?
Receptionist: Alright, I'll do it.
(The phone line went dead)
Receptionist: Like mother, like daughter...
(The woman put the phone down and looked back at Angela)
Receptionist: And, don't you smirk at me, young lady.
Angela: Oh, I'm a young lady, now, I'm I? A moment ago, I was a child.
Receptionist: That's enough of your lip.
Angela: Well, are you going to tell me how to find my mother, or are you going to throw me out?
Receptionist: Oh, I can't be dealing with this.
(The woman got up and walked around the desk)
Receptionist: Follow me, then.
(The woman walked off down the corridor and Angela followed after her)
Angela: Is my mother, your boss?
Receptionist: No, thank goodness.
Angela: But it sounds like she is higher up than you.
Receptionist: If you ask me, I say there is something going on between your mother and Mr Sharpe.
Angela: Why do you say that?
Receptionist: She gets away with treating us like dirt and nothing is ever done about it.
Angela: Hey, that's my mother you're talking about.
Receptionist: I don't care if she is the queen's mother... She still shouldn't speak to me as she does.
Angela: Sounds to me like you deserve it.
(The woman stopped walking)
Receptionist: You don't even know me.
Angela: Oh, I will, before I leave.
Receptionist: You won't be here long enough, to find out anything.
Angela: Are you sure about that?
Receptionist: Unless your Mother tells you all her lies.
(The woman points to the lift)
Angela: No, I'll get to hear it all from you.
(Rose walked into the lift and looked back at the receptionist)
Receptionist: How are you going to do that? If I don't tell you anything.
Angela: Didn't you know. I'm taking over my Mother's job for two weeks.
(The woman laughed)
Receptionist: In your dreams, child.
(Angela continues to smile at the receptionist)
Angela: It's true, I'm the new temp girl.
(The woman looks shocked as the lift doors closed and the lift suddenly started moving downwards which quickly wiped the smirk of Angela's face)
Angela: Woo... Looks like I'm going underground.
(Angela starts to look worried as she grabs hold of the handrail)
Angela: Oh, how I hate you sometimes, mother.
(Angela started to close her eyes as she took a few deep breaths)
Pen: Patients, my Angel.
(Angela opened her eyes and looked around the empty lift)
Pen: Yes, it's me.
Angela: Where are you?
(Angela saw a small camera up in one corner of the lift)
Pen: At my desk, waiting for you.
(Angela looks back at the lift doors)
Angela: How far down does this lift go?
Pen: You won't like the answer.
(Angela glares angrily at the camera)
Angela: Just tell me.
Laura: Let's just say it's a long way down.
(Angela closes her eyes tightly shut)
Angela: You should have warned me, earlier?
(Angela heard her mother giggling)
Angela: Not funny mother; you know I hate going underground.
Pen: That's why I didn't tell you.
(Angela slowly opens her eyes and looks up at the camera)
Angela: I'm not working underground.
(Just then the lift stopped)
Angela: Oh, at last.
(The doors slowly opened up to another reception area and Angela slowly made her way out the lift)
Pen: So, what do you think?
(Angela looked over at a Mother who was behind the desk smiling at her)
Angela: Are we really underground?
(Angela slowly looked around before approaching her Mother's desk)
Pen: Hard to believe, isn't it?
(Angela grazed over at the windows and slowly started to approach one of them)
Rose: Looks like we're at the top of the building.
(Pen got up and approached her daughter)
Pen: It may look like a real window but it's not.
(Angela watched as her Mother's hand reached up to the handle and it only grabbed air)
Pen: See what I mean… Not even the windows open.
(Angela placed her hand against the window panel)
Angela: It still feels like glass.
Pen: It is real glass.
Pen: Mr Sharpe prefers it that way.
(Angela turns back around)
Angela: Mr Sharpe works down here?
Rose: Why not at the top of the building?
Mr Sharpe: You ask a lot of questions for someone so young.
(Angela quickly turns back around to see a man standing in the doorway that is situated next to the window)
Pen: Mr Sharpe, let me introduce my daughter, Angelica.
(Angela raises her eyebrows and smiled as Pen looks over at her)
Pen: Aren't you going to say anything?
(Pen nudges her daughter's shoulder and Angela made her way over to Mr Sharpe and stood in front of him)
Angela: Pleased to meet you, Mr Sharpe.
(Angela smiles brightly with her hand extended towards him)
Mr Sharpe: So, your 16?
(Mr Sharpe lends back against the door frame and crosses his arms over his chest)
Angela: Yes I am.
(Angela redraws her hand but continues to smile at him)
Mr Sharpe: Well, I hope you like hard work.
Angela: I'll do the best I can.
(Mr Sharpe slowly moves his eyes down Angela's body and back up again)
Mr Sharpe: We'll see about that, won't we?
(Mr Sharpe walks backwards a few steps and slowly started to close the door)
Mr Sharpe: Oh, one word of advice for you… You are never to come past these doors.
Angela: Why? What's back there?
(Angela starts to stand on her tiptoes and tries to look over Mr Sharpe's shoulders)
(Mr Sharpe stared back at Angela)
Mr Sharpe: Well, let's put it this way, you won't live to see the next day.
(Angela stared back at Mr Sharpe)
Angela: What's so dangerous, that could possibly do that?
Mr Sharpe: Me!
(Angela looks confused)
Angela: Are you saying, what I think you're saying?
Mr Sharpe: Wow, you catch on fast, don't you?
(Angela starts to giggle)
Mr Sharpe: Oh, you think it's funny, do you?
Pen: Angelica, come over here, right now.
(Pen raises her voice in warning)
Angela: Yes I do, actually.
Mr Sharpe: It won't be funny after I kill you.
(Angela stops laughing and looks seriously at Mr Sharpe)
Angela: You're joking, right?
Mr Sharpe: I never joke about anything.
(Mr Sharpe continued to shut the door)
Angela: You wouldn't dare.
(Mr Shape opens the door a little to see Angela had stepped right up to the door)
Mr Sharpe: This isn't a game... I could kill you, in an instant.
(Pen walked up to her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder)
Pen: I'm sorry about that, Mr Sharpe.
(Mr Sharpe looked over at Pen and slowly shakes his head)
Angela: Oh, and one other thing…
(Mr Sharpe looks back at Angela)
Angela: I should tell you...
(Mr Sharpe grins back at Anngela)
Pen: Angelica, just let it be.
(Pen continued raising her voice)
Mr Sharpe: And, what would that be, Miss Cartwright?
Angela: I'm not afraid of you.
Mr Sharpe: Is that so...
Angela: And, by the way, the name is Angela.
(Angela smiles at Mr Sharpe)
Mr Sharpe: And, you're stepping on thin ice, young lady.
Angela: Oww, is that meant to hurt?
Mr Sharpe: It will do if you overstep the line again.
(Mr Sharpe slams the door shut and Pen places her hands on her hips and stares at her daughter's back)
Pen: What do you think you're doing?
(Angela slowly turns around to look at her mother)
Angela: Letting him know he can't walk all over me.
Laura: While you're in this building... He can do whatever he wants.
Angela: You may let him walk all over you, mother but he most certainly won't do that with me.
Pen: I don't want to lose my job over this. I told him you would work hard for him. Please, don't let me down.
(Angela takes a deep breath)
Angela: How can he talk to people like that?
Pen: When you have a big company and a lot of money, you can do just about anything.
Angela: Leave him with me for two weeks. I'll give him a piece of my mind.
(Angela smiles at her mother as Pen stared back at her daughter with a concerned look)
End of Scene One