Sam arrives at work and turns to park in the parking garage. He exits the car, presses the button to lock it and heads for the elevator. As he and several others ride up from the parking garage, he scans the business page of a folded newspaper. His elevator stops on the ground floor, the door slides open and some people get off. This continues on every other floor until it's just Sam and one other passenger balancing an arm load of thick files. She's in her mid-20's, white, beautiful, glasses and hair pulled back projecting an efficient, smart and sophisticated look; simple blouse and skirt, high heels, great legs. She glances over at Sam, intrigued.
Woman
Puckerman/Hudson?
Sam looks up from his paper with a distracted smile.
SAM
Excuse me?
Woman
I couldn't help but notice we're both going to Seven.
Sam nods before answering.
SAM
Right. Puckerman/Hudson. I work there.
Woman
I thought you might.
SAM
Do you have an appointment with us?
WOMAN
Why? Do I look like a client?
SAM
Actually, you do.
WOMAN
Well, I hate to shatter the illusion but I'm just a lowly temp.
Sam looks at her in disbelief.
SAM
You're a temp?
WOMAN
Just here for the day.
SAM
Well, you could have fooled me.
The woman looks down and begins to shift on her feet.
WOMAN
I'm beginning to think these heels were a
big mistake.
Sam glances down at her shapely legs.
WOMAN
I should have worn my track shoes. They've got me running all
over town picking up these disclosure -
She stops talking because at that moment the pile in her arms slides south. The files fall to the floor and spread out in a mess. The woman laughs and drops to her knees.
WOMAN
God, I'm such a klutz.
Sam bends down to help. Their hands touch briefly.
WOMAN
Thank you so much.
SAM
No problem. It could have happened to anybody.
They straighten up, look at each other. The door slides open, revealing the sleek and vast offices of PUCKERMAN/HUDSON, ALTERNATIVE ASSET MANAGEMENT COMPANY. AS they go to exit the woman turns to look at Sam.
WOMAN
Thanks. I owe you one.
As Sam walks through a warren of cubicles where the staff attends phones and computers, he becomes aware that the woman is right behind him. He turns around and looks at her.
SAM
Are you following me?
WOMAN
No. I'm taking these files to Mister Evans' office.
They said it was this way.
SAM
Sam Evans?
The woman looks at Sam and then nods.
WOMAN
I guess you probably know him.
SAM
Oh, yeah, I know him.
He looks around the office before leaning towards her and lowering his voice.
SAM
Kind of an asshole, takes himself waaaaay too seriously.
But don't tell him I said that.
WOMAN
I could get you into trouble?
SAM
Yeah, Deep trouble.
Sam laughs and tells the woman goodbye. He turns and starts walking towards his office. As he approaches it he stops at the desk where his assistant, Kurt looks up and smiles. Across from Kurt is another desk and another assistant, Brittany.
KURT
Morning, Sam. How's the new house?
SAM
Total chaos. Lucky for me, I got out of there as
soon as the movers showed up.
KURT
Mercedes must have loved that.
SAM
Yeah so if she calls and she's mad - and she will be – tell
her I'm in a meeting.
Kurt laughs and shakes his head.
KURT
Remember who used to sit at this desk?
She'll know I am lying.
Sam stops and thinks then looks at Kurt.
SAM
Good point.
Kurt chuckles as Sam enters his office and vanishes inside. Kurt then notices the woman standing there with her armload of files.
KURT
Can I help you?
The woman stares at Sam's office confused.
WOMAN
That's Sam Evans?
Kurt looks at her like she is crazy and nods.
KURT
Yes.
The woman breaks into a smile; obviously charmed. Kurt takes notice of the woman's interest in Sam. He decides to put an end to it.
KURT
Watch it, girl. He's married.
WOMAN
The good ones are always married.
Kurt thinks and he can't help but to agree.
KURT
Or straight.
Sorry to cut it off right there. Do you hate me? Anyways don't forget to review and visit my page so you can vote on who you want the woman to be.