Chapter 10 - Finally a Good Thing?!

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GENERIC CAFE - DAY

The sun has risen on a new day.

Kanzaki is seated at a cozy cafe. He flips through photos on his phone as he munches on a croissant.

The photos are of Remy during her entire spiel. The gallery captures the full rollercoaster of emotions the elf girl experienced. Kanzaki begins texting.

KANZAKI (texting): "That's some pretty intense dedication for a bit. Too bad there are other factors that go into an applicant's candidacy..."

A 'typing' word bubble pops up from under his text.

LUXURY APARTMENT HALL - DAY

Samara power walks to the entrance of her apartment.

SAMARA (texting): "If she is willing to go through that entire length for a bit, what else do you think she's capable of?!"

KANZAKI (texting): "I mean, you were capable of memorizing the Elvish alphabet but had problems answering basic interview questions...."

SAMARA (texting): (middle finger emoji)

Samara passes her door person on her way out.

DOOR PERSON: "Hello, Miss Samara, there seems to be a brochure here for you."

The Door Person hands Samara a large manilla envelope.

SAMARA: "Let's see who sold my information this time..."

The manilla envelope has a large shipping label on it that says "OVERNIGHT EXPRESS" in bold, red letters.

SAMARA: "That's weird..."

Sam opens it.

Sam pulls out the contents of the envelope. The Hokien Media letterhead pokes through.

SAMARA: "Wait...."

Samara reads the contents of the document. Her hands shake.

Plip, plop.

Tears fall on the page.

EXQUISITE MANSION - DAY

Somewhere on the outskirts of Ûr sits a modern castle surrounded by a lovely vineyard. Someone can be heard speaking from a 2nd-floor window.

UNKNOWN VOICE: "We have all sorts of media professionals, um, here with us tonight."

MANSION PODCAST STUDIO - DAY

The source of the speech flows out of a well-furnished podcast recording studio. A solitary man named SAMUEL LEE (middle-aged man who gives off a Robert Downey Jr. vibe) sits at his desk, hunched over a laptop. He looks like he just rolled out of bed 10 minutes ago.

VOICE FROM LAPTOP: "We have all sorts of media professionals, um, here with us tonight."

Samuel repeatedly hits the space key on his laptop, seemingly playing an audio clip on repeat.

VOICE FROM LAPTOP: "We have all sorts of media professionals-"

Samuel's cell phone rings. It's a video call.

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