The Curse of Sight

17

[It's a Terrible Life]

INT. BEDROOM

An alarm flipped from 5:59 to 6:00 and started beeping. A hand shut it off.

KITCHEN

A coffee cup was filled at an espresso machine.

The cup was held by Dean, who was in a business suit, with his hair slicked down.

STREET

Dean crossed the street to a silver Toyota Prius.

PRIUS

Dean started the car.

Rock music blared and he looked at it, confused, and changed the station.

"NPR Morning Edition. It's for this waste and-"

Dean drove off and eventually came to a skyscraper.

LOBBY

Dean exited the elevator and crossed the lobby. There was a Sandover Bridge and Iron history display along one wall.

Dean entered an office labeled Dean Smith - Director, Sales & Marketing.

A young woman, Haven, smiled as she passed him and entered her office. Haven Sturm - Corporate Director.

DEAN'S OFFICE

Dean typed at a computer while Haven waited for him to get off his call, as she had something to discuss.

Dean laughed into a phone headset. "All I wanna know is when are they gonna have another show like Project Runway?"

At lunch, he flipped his tie and ate a salad.

Haven was eating a burger. After lunch, Dean stood and spoke into his headset. "Net profitability aside, it's the client-retention rate that concerns me vis-à-vis maximizing return on sales. Buzz me back in once you've seen the spreadsheets."

Someone else entered the office.

"Mr. Adler," Dean and Haven greeted.

"Dean. Haven," Mr. Adler said. slapping Dean on the shoulder. "Good stuff."

"Good stuff?" Dean and Haven asked.

"Big things. Good stuff."

"Good stuff."

NIGHT

Dean was sitting at his desk playing with something and speaking into the headset. "Oh I hear you. No, I haven't been to the gym in ages. Carrying a little bloat around myself. It's a sedentary lifestyle, my man, no two ways. All right, tell me one more time. You said lemon and - what was it? Cayenne and maple syrup, are you serious? How much did you lose?"

Dean put some files in a case and left the office, followed by Haven who had just locked her office.

OFFICE LOBBY

Dean was checking his phone. Haven was listening to a voicemail. The elevator dinged. They entered, Dean and Haven focused on the phones. They looked at the other occupant of the elevator who was staring at them. It was Sam, who was wearing a short-sleeved yellow shirt that said 'Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Tech Support'.

"Do I know you two?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so," Dean replied.

Haven shook her head. "No."

Sam looked between them. "I'm sorry, man, miss, you two just look really familiar."

"Save it for the health club, pal," Dean told him.