This is based on the movie the Proposal, it's quite similar, but things will slightly change once we get more into the story. Let me know what you all think!
It's 6 in the morning in New York City. Quinn is on the elliptical in her living room, flipping through a manuscript. Quinn is the head editor to the publishing company, Weldon Books. She decides what gets published, how many copies get published and when a book is ready. Because she has such a high position at her job, she doesn't have much time for a life. Work is her life, and being that she is from Canada, she doesn't have many friends in New York either. The sun is creeping up through her window and she hops off the elliptical and gets ready for work.
Puck, on the other hand, is running extremely late. He jolts up once he sees the time, runs to the bathroom, brushes his teeth, throws on a suit and races out the door.
Quinn, dressed in a pencil skirt and black button down shirt, takes one last sip from her coffee and puts it in the sink.
Puck runs into Starbucks and is met with a line of seven people. He begins to sweat a little, until the barista calls his name,
"Hey Puck, two lattes?" He walks over to her, slightly embarrassed to be cutting everyone.
"Thank you so much, I owe you one." He grabs the lattes and quickly makes a run for it.
Quinn is walking to work, louboutins on her feet and phone in her hand. Her phone rings and she answers it, "Finn, so nice of you to call me back. I have been waiting to hear from you." She continues to walk, people seem to jump out of her way, "Now I know you are trepidacious about taking an interview, but trust me when I say how necessary this is."
Puck gets inside the building and runs to the closing elevator doors, making it just in time, "Everyone good?" He says to the other men in the elevator out of breath, "Cause I'm good." The elevator dings to the fifth floor and Puck hustles out, the secretary hands him a bunch of envelopes,
"Cutting it close aren't we?"
"One of those mornings, thank you, Nancy."
He looks through the envelopes, not paying attention to where he is walking and bumps into the mail carrier, spilling his coffee all over himself.
"DAMNIT. Why don't you watch where you're going huh?!"
The mail man rolls his eyes and pushes his cart out of the way. Puck walks over to Sam's cubical.
"Sam, I need your shirt." Sam puts his phone down and looks at him and laughs.
"You're not serious are you?"
"Do I look like I am joking?"
"Na man, no way sorry."
"Two box tickets to the Yankees vs. Boston game this Saturday for your fucking shirt."
Quinn gets out of the elevator, emailing on her phone. Everyone in the office is instant messaging each other things like "The bitch is here" "ALERT SHE IS HERE" Everyone puts their phones, newspapers, magazines and breakfast pastries down and pretends to be working.
Puck is tightening his tie, well Sam's tie, picks up the only coffee remaining and goes to Quinn's office. He stands against the window waiting for her to arrive.
Quinn walks in, still looking at her phone. Puck stands up straight and hands Quinn her coffee.
"Morning boss, you got a conference call in thirty minutes-"
"Yes about the spring books, I know." She walks behind her desk and sits down.
"We have a staff meeting at 9-"
"Did you call, ugh what's her name the one with the crooked teeth?"
"Janet?"
"Yes Janet." Puck hands Quinn a manuscript.
"Yes, I did call her and I told her if she doesn't get her manuscript in on time, you won't give her a release date. Also your immigration lawyer called and said it was imperative that-"
"K, cancel the call. Push the meeting to tomorrow and keep the lawyer on the sheets. Oh and contact PR and tell them to draft a press release. Finn is doing Oprah."
"Wow, that's awesome. Good job." He picks up a pile of edited manuscripts.
"If I want your praise I will ask for it." She mumbles and turns around to her computer, checking her emails, coffee in hand. Quinn lifts her coffee to take a sip when she notices a phone number written on the cup. Puck is halfway out of her office,
"Um, who is, who is Karen?" Puck freezes. "And why does she want me to call her?" She turns around her cup to face Puck and looks at him not amused.
"Well, that was originally my cup."
"And why am I drinking your coffee?" Puck loosens his tie a bit,
"Because your coffee spilled." Quinn takes a sip of the coffee. Puck stands there awkwardly.
"So you drink unsweetened cinnamon light soy lattes?"
"I do. It's like Christmas in a cup."
"That a coincidence?"
"Absolutely. It absolutely is. I mean I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee as you just in case an incident like this happened. That would just be pathetic." The phone rings and Puck walks over to answer it, "Morning. Ms. Fabray's office. Hey Bill." Quinn gives him a hand gesture that Puck thinks he understands, "Actually we're headed over to your office right now." He hangs up. "Why are we headed to Bills office?" She ignores him and continues working.
Puck gets out of her office and runs to his computer. He instant messages everyone: THE WITCH IS ON HER BROOM and quickly sends it. Everyone straightens up and begins diligently working. Quinn walks out of her office and Puck runs to catch up with her.
"Have you finished the manuscript I gave you?"
"Oh I read a few pages but wasn't that impressed."
"Can I say something?"
"No."
"I've read thousands of manuscripts and this is the only one I have ever given you. Trust me when I say there is an incredible novel in there. The kind of novel that you used to publish."
Sam stands up as they pass, wearing Puck's stained shirt and smiles at them.
"Um, wrong. And I do think you order the same coffee as I do, just in case you do spill it, which is, in fact, pathetic."
"Or impressive-"
"I'd be impressed if you didn't spill in the first place. Now remember you are just a prop in here"
"Won't say a word" They enter Bill's office.
"Ah! Our fearless leader. Please do come in!" Quinn notices the new wood desk Bill is polishing.
"Wow, beautiful desk. Is it new?"
"It is English Regency Egyptian Revival, built in the 1800's, but yes, new to my office."
"Witty. Bill I'm letting you go." Bill looks up from his computer very confused and shocked. Puck looks at Quinn with the same reaction.
"Um excuse me?"
"I asked you over a dozen times to get Finn to do Oprah and you didn't do it. You're fired" Puck walks over and quietly shuts the door.
"I have told you several times that is impossible. Finn hasn't done an interview in ten years."
"Well that is fascinating because I just spoke with Finn and he is doing Oprah."
"Pardon?"
"You didn't even make an attempt did you?" Bill is speechless. "I know, Finn can be a little scary to deal with. For you. Now I'll give you one month to find another job and then you can tell everyone you resigned. Okay?" Quinn picks up a book from his desk, hands it to Puck and walks out. Puck follows.
"He's moving, he has crazy eyes." Puck mumbles behind her.
"Don't do it Bill. Don't do it."
"You evil bitch!" Everyone looks up from their computers and gasps. "You can't fire me!" Puck walks to his desk and sits down. "Making me look bad to the board because of this stupid Oprah thing." Quinn takes a sip of her coffee. "I know why you're doing this, you are threatened by me!"
"Bill, stop."
"Just because you have no life other than your work, no family no friends, you think you can treat everyone like your own personal slaves. I feel sorry for you, I really do. You know who you're gonna have by your deathbed? NO ONE."
Quinn sighs and shakes her head, "Listen carefully, Bill. I didn't fire you because I feel threatened by you. No. I fired you because you are a lazy, incompetent, entitled and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office. And if you say another word, Noah here is gonna get security and they're gonna throw you out on your ass. Another word and you are going out with an armed escort. Noah will film it with his little camera and put it up on that website."
"YouTube"
"Exactly. Is that what you want? Didn't think so. I have work to do." Quinn walks back to her office and Puck follows.
"Have security take his desk and put it in my office. Also, I need you around this weekend to go over some manuscripts-"
"This weekend?"
"Is there an issue?" Quinn stops walking and faces Puck. He takes a step back.
"No. I just- It's my grandmother's 90th birthday so I was gonna go home and I-" Quinn walks away. "-it's fine. I'll just cancel."
- Puck is sitting at his cubical on the phone with his mother, "I know. I know, but she needs me to work so there's nothing I can do. Tell Grams I'm sorry okay? What do you want me to tell you, it's out of my hands. I'm sure that Dad is pissed-" Quinn walks up to his cubical "-we take all of our submissions around here very seriously. Thank you."
"Was that your family?"
"Yes."
"They tell you to quit?"
"Every single day." The phone rings and Puck answers. "Ms. Fabray's office. Yeah, okay I'll tell her." He hangs up the phone. "Tate and Sillows want to see you upstairs immediately."
"Ughhh okay. Come get me in ten minutes, we've got a lot of work to do."
"Alrighty." She walks away and he gives her a dirty look.
Quinn walks into her boss's office. "Peter, David"
"Quinn. Congratulations on Oprah. That's fantastic news"
"Thank you, thank you. This isn't about my second raise is it" They all laugh. "Just kidding."
"Quinn, I am just gonna cut to the chase here. Your visa application has been denied. You are being deported."
"Deported?"
"Apparently there was also some paperwork you didn't fill out on time"
"Come on, I'm not an immigrant. I'm from Canada for Christ's sake. There has to be something we can do, right?"
"We can reapply, but unfortunately you need to leave the country for at least a year." Quinn is shocked.
"Alright, okay. Well, that's not ideal, but uh, I can uh, manage everything from Toronto-"
"No, Quinn"
"-with video conferencing and the Internet."
"Unfortunately, Quinn if you are being deported you cannot work for an American company. Until this is resolved I'm turning everything over to Bill Mellie."
"Bill Mellie? The guy I just fired!"
"We need an editor in chief"
"No, please I beg of you-"
"Quinn, we are desperate to have you stay. And if there was something we could do, I would but there are no options, I am afraid." There is a knock at the door and Puck peeks his head in.
"Hi sorry to interrupt" Quinn turns around annoyed.
"What? What?!"
"Mary has just called. She is on the line."
"I know."
"She's on hold. She needs to speak with you immediately. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted. Sorry." Quinn freezes and stares at Puck. She looks at her boss again and back at Puck. She mouths for him to 'come here' and he obliges.
"Uh, gentleman, I understand, I do. But um, there isn't much need to worry because there is something you guys should know actually." She takes a few steps back until she is standing next to Puck. Puck looks at her confused. "Uh, we're, actually we're getting married." She pats his chest as she says it. "We are getting married." Puck stands shocked and looks at Quinn.
"Who is?"
"You and I!"
"What-"
"You and I are getting married, yes."
"We are." The words tumble out of his mouth, almost in a mumble and incredibly unbelievable.
"Isn't he your secretary?"
"Assistant" Puck chimes in.
"So yeah, the truth is, you know, Noah and I, we are just two people who didn't plan to fall in love, but we did."
"No."
"All those late nights at the office and on the weekends"
"No."
"It just happened."
"Happened."
"Tried to fight it and we just, we couldn't fight it. Can't fight a love like ours." Quinn awkwardly puts her arm around Puck. "So are we good, with this? All straightened out?" Puck is standing there, pale as a ghost, mouth agape.
"Quinn, it's terrific. Just make it legal, alright?"
"Legal. Right, yes. Absolutely."