3Nat: 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.
Rose: Hi, I'm looking for Mrs Cartwright.
(The woman behind the desk slowly looked up)
Receptionist: And who may you be?
Rose: I'm Rose; her daughter!
Receptionist: Are you now….. Do you have any ID?
Rose: ID for what?
Receptionist: To prove you are who you say you are.
(Rose looks confused)
Rose: 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.
(Rose looks down at the woman's hand)
Rose: I don't have any ID.
(Rose 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.
Rose: But my mum asked me to meet her here.
Receptionist: What do you want to see Mrs Cartwright about?
Rose: That is none of your business.
(Rose takes a deep breath)
Rose: Look here you…
(Rose leans over the desk and looked the receptionist in the eye)
Rose: 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?
Rose: I just told you; my name is Rose Cartwright.
(Rose smiles)
Receptionist: You can't talk to me like that?
(Rose stands up straighter)
Rose: 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.
Rose: Show you, respect..!
(Rose places her hands on her hips)
Rose: 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)
Rose: What should I hold on to?
(The receptionist stared back at Rose who was grinning back)
Receptionist: Hello, Sharpe Enterprises, here. How may I help you?
Laura: I see you have my daughter up there.
Receptionist: Mrs Cartwright!
Laura: Please will you show her to the lift?
Receptionist: I'm not letting a child into this building; Mr Sharpe will have my head!
Rose: Hey, I'm no child!
(The Receptionist glared back at Rose)
Laura: My daughter, is certainly, no child!
Receptionist: Well, she looks like one to me.
Laura: Fine! Mr Sharpe knows my daughter is coming, anyway.
Receptionist: He didn't say anything to me.
Laura: And when does Mr Sharpe ever speak to you, himself?
Receptionist: I still wasn't informed.
Laura: Well, I'm informing you now. So, will you show her to the lift?
Receptionist: You have an attitude just like your daughter, here.
Laura: I don't blame her if she has to communicate with you.
Receptionist: What's that supposed to mean?
Laura: Don't make me have to come and get her, myself.
Receptionist: Maybe, you should.
Laura: 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 Rose)
Receptionist: And don't you smirk at me, young lady.
Rose: Oh, I'm a young lady, now, I'm I? A moment ago, I was a child.
Receptionist: That's enough of your lip!
Rose: 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 Rose followed on after her)
Rose: Is my mother, your boss?
Receptionist: No, thank goodness!
Rose: 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.
Rose: Why do you say that?
Receptionist: She gets away with treating us like dirt and nothing is ever done about it.
Rose: 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 like, she does.
Rose: Sounds to me like you deserve it.
(The woman stopped walking)
Receptionist: You don't even know me.
Rose: Oh, I will, before I leave.
Receptionist: You won't be here long enough, to find out anything.
Rose: Are you sure about that?
Receptionist: Unless your Mother tells you all her lies.
(The woman points to the lift)
Rose: 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.
Rose: Didn't you know. I'm taking over my Mother's job for two weeks.
(The woman laughed)
Receptionist: In your dreams, child!
(Rose continues to smile at the receptionist)
Rose: 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 Rose's face)
Rose: Woo! Looks like I'm going underground.
(Rose starts to look worried as she grabs hold of the handrail)
Rose: Oh, how I hate you sometimes, mother!
(Rose started to close her eyes as she took a few deep breaths)
Laura: Patients!
(Rose opened her eyes and looked around the empty lift)
Rose: Mum!
Laura: Yes, it's me.
Rose: Where are you?
(Rose saw a small camera up in one corner of the lift)
Laura: At my desk, waiting for you.
(Rose looks back at the lift doors)
Rose: How far down does this lift go?
Laura: You won't like the answer.
(Rose glares angrily at the camera)
Rose: Just tell me.
Laura: 20ft!
(Rose closes her eyes tightly shut)
Rose: You should have warned me, earlier?
(Rose heard her mother giggling)
Rose: Not funny mother; you know I hate going underground.
Laura: That's why I didn't tell you.
(Rose slowly opens her eyes and looks up at the camera)
Rose: I'm so, not, working underground.
(Just then the lift stopped)
Rose: Oh, at long last!
(The doors slowly opened up to another reception area and Rose slowly made her way out the lift)
Laura: So, what do you think?
(Rose looked over at a Mother who was behind the desk smiling at her)
Rose: Are we really underground?
(Rose slowly looked around before approaching her Mother's desk)
Laura: Hard to believe, isn't it?
(Rose grazed over at the windows and slowly started to approach one of them)
Rose: Looks like we're 30ft up, not down.
(Laura got up and approached her daughter)
Laura: It may look like a real window, but it's not.
(Rose watched as her Mother's hand reached up to the handle and it only grabbed air)
Laura: See what I mean….Not even the windows open.
(Rose placed her hand against the window panel)
Rose: It still feels like glass.
Laura: It is real glass.
Rose: Cool!
Laura: Mr Sharpe prefers it that way.
(Rose turns around and looks back behind her)
Rose: Mr Sharpe works down here?
Laura: Yes.
Rose: But, underground, why not at the top of the building?
Mr Sharpe: You ask a lot of questions for someone so young.
(Rose quickly turns back around to see a man standing in the doorway that is situated next to the window)
Laura: Mr Sharpe, let me introduce my daughter, Rose.
(Rose raises her eyebrows and smiled as Laura looks over at her)
Laura: Aren't you going to say anything?
(Laura gives nudges her with her shoulder and Lisa walks over to Mr Sharpe and stood in front of him)
Rose: Pleased to meet you, Mr Sharpe.
(Rose 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)
Rose: Yes I am.
(Rose redraws her hand but continues to smile at him)
Mr Sharpe: Well, I hope you like hard work.
Rose: I'll do the best I can.
(Mr Sharpe slowly moves his eyes down Rose'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.
Rose: Why, what's back there?
(Rose starts to stand on her tiptoes and tries to look over Mr Sharpe's shoulders)
Laura: Rose!
(Mr Sharpe stared back at Rose)
Mr Sharpe: Well, let's put it this way, you won't live to see the next day.
(Rose stared back at Mr Sharpe)
Rose: What's so dangerous, that could possibly do that?
Mr Sharpe: Me!
(Rose looks confused)
Rose: Are you saying, what I think you're saying?
Mr Sharpe: Wow, you catch on fast, don't you?
(Rose starts to giggle)
Mr Sharpe: Oh, you think it's funny, do you?
Laura: Rose, come over here, right now!
(Laura continues to be firm with Rose)
Rose: Yes I do, actually.
Mr Sharpe: It won't be funny after, I kill you.
(Rose stops laughing and looks seriously at Mr Sharpe)
Rose: You're joking, right.
Mr Sharpe: I never joke about anything.
(Mr Sharpe continued to shut the door)
Rose: You wouldn't dare.
(Mr Shape opens the door a little to see Rose had stepped right up to the door)
Mr Sharpe: This isn't a game; I could kill you, in an instant.
(Laura walked up to her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder)
Laura: I'm sorry about that, Mr Sharpe.
(Mr Sharpe looked at Laura and slowly shakes his head)
Rose: Oh, and one other thing…
(Mr Sharpe looks back at Rose)
Rose: I should tell you...
(Mr Sharpe grins back at Rose)
Laura: Rose, just let it be.
Mr Sharpe: And what would that be, Miss Cartwright?
Rose: I'm not afraid of you.
Mr Sharpe: Is that so!
Rose: And, by the way, the name is Rosalie!
(Rose smiles at Mr Sharpe)
Mr Sharpe: And you're stepping on thin ice, young lady.
Rose: Oww, is that meant to hurt?
Mr Sharpe: It will do, if you overstep the line, again.
(Mr Sharpe slams the door shut and Laura places her hands on her hips and stares at her daughter's back)
Laura: What do you think you're doing?
(Rose slowly turns around to look at her mother)
Rose: Letting him know he can't walk, all over me.
Laura: While you're in this building; he can do whatever he wants.
Rose: You may let him walk all over you, mother but he most certainly won't do that with me.
Laura: I don't want to lose my job over this, Rose. I told him you would work hard for him. Please, don't let me down; my job could be on the line, here.
Rose: How can he talk to people like that?
Laura: When you have a big company and a lot of money, you can do just about anything.
Rose: Leave him with me for two weeks; I'll give him a piece of my mind.
(Rose smiles at her mother as Laura placed both her hands on her daughter's shoulders)
Laura: Promise me, you won't do that, again.
Rose: Do what?
Laura: Mr Sharpe will be your boss from Monday, so please, just do whatever he says?
Rose: Mr Sharpe doesn't have a first name.
(Laura let's go off Rose's shoulders)
Laura: Don't change the subject.
Rose: I'm only asking…
Laura: Promise me, Rose!
Rose: Okay, I promise.
(Rose moves her hand slowly behind her back and crosses her fingers)
Laura: Good!
(Laura turns around and starts to walk back to her desk)
Rose: Not!
(Rose whispered)
Laura: What was that?
(Laura approached her desk)
Rose: Nothing mother, just mumbling to myself.
(Rose turns around to smile at the closed door that Mr Sharpe disappeared through)
Laura: Well, stop that and follow me…
(Rose turns her head slightly to glare at her mother out the corner of her eye)
Laura: I'll show you around.
(Rose takes one last look back at the closed door before turning back around to follow her mother)
End of Scene One