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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 5:45am
Lori: *smiling*
Scott: Lori, I'm serious. Give me back my clothes.
Lori: *throws clothes onto bed, lies on bed* Nope. You're staying home today.
Scott: Did you have to take them
all?
Lori: *smiling* What time's your flight?
Scott: 30 minutes.
Lori: Oop, not anymore.
Scott: *frowns* Lori...
Lori: I love the detergent you use. It's very...*sigh*
Scott: *looks at watch*
Lori: *rolls onto back* I feel so clean.
Scott: This isn't funny.
Lori: It was my understanding that you quit.
Scott: I didn't quit being the owner of the company.
Lori: *rolls back over* Wait a second. You told me you quit being the CEO because it took you away from your family and it was ruining our marriage but as soon as I get a major head injury, you go back to work.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Don't flop flip.
Scott: ...Isn't the saying-
Lori: Annoying, isn't it.
Scott: I still have responsibilities.
Lori: *sits up* That doesn't mean you have to look over everyone's shoulder. I'm sure Bob would appreciate it if you let him do his job.
Scott: He-...you-...you know what, you have a point.
Lori: *smiles* Excellent. So you can come back to bed. *reaches up, runs hands through Scott's hair*
Scott: No, I need t-
Lori: *kisses Scott*
Scott: *sigh* I really wish I could stay but I can't. *brushes hair from Lori's cheek* I promise I won't be gone very long.
Lori: You say that every time and every time you come home late. I'm starting to think you're having an affair.
Scott: Trust me, besides you, the only woman I love is Lady Liberty.
Lori: Lame.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Do you have to go?
Scott: I just need to make sure Bob gets settled and then I swear I'm out of there.
Lori: Then I'm coming with you.
Scott: ...We have kids, you know.
Lori: I'll bring them.
Scott: To New York.
Lori: Yeah, it'll be fun. I'll buy Steph a bunch of stuff and I'll...actually, I'll leave Dom with Anni. And OH! We can visit you for lunch!
Scott: *stares at Lori* What would I do without you?
Lori: *lifts tie* Tell Bob you'll be a bit late.
Inside plane
Steph: *places hands on window* LOOK Momma! That's where Daddy works!
Lori: That's right.
Steph: *looks at Scott* Daddy looks sick.
Lori: He doesn't like flying.
Steph: Oh. Daddy! We're gonna be on the ground soon!
Scott: *places hand on forehead*
Lori: Sweetie, look outside some more.
Steph: *looks back at window*
APL Financial, 100th floor
Bob: How are we doing on that irate client?
Matthew: He's still irate.
Bob: Okay if he keeps at it, send the line to my office and I'll take care of it.
Matthew: Sure thing.
Bob: *lifts head*
Scott: *steps off elevator*
Bob: Excuse me. *walks away*
Reception
Bob: Hey Scotty, checking up on me already?
Scott: Just making sure the transition's smooth.
Bob: I appreciate it.
Scott: Why don't we have a chat in your office.
Bob: *nods*
Office
Scott: *steps in*
Bob: *walks in* Want a coffee or something?
Scott: Sure.
Bob: *steps over to bar, grabs mug*
Scott: How are things going? With your personal life, I mean.
Bob: *smiles, pours coffee*
Scott: *laughs* Okay.
Bob: I don't think I've ever been this happy.
Scott: That's good to hear.
Bob: Let's just hope that infamous CEO curse eludes me. *hands over mug*
Scott: *grabs mug* I'm sure you'll be fine.
Bob: Were you nervous when you started your first day as CEO?
Scott: *smirks* I've had worst first days.
Bob: Right.
Scott: You're a capable leader. *sips coffee*
Bob: You're not going to...fade out, are you?
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Bob: I-I mean you're still welcome around here anytime.
Scott: Thank you.
Reception, noon
Steph: *running around*
Lori: Steph! Get back over here!
Woman: Can I help you?
Lori: Uh yeah, Scott Finch is around here somewhere. I'm supposed to meet him for lunch.
Woman: Oh he got caught in a meeting, you'll have to come back later.
Lori: Is there a way you can call him? I'm his wife.
Woman: Sorry. But you can wait in the green room.
Lori: *nods, looks around* Steph!
Bullpen
Steph: *peeks over desk*
Matthew: *looks at Steph*
Steph: *hides*
Matthew: *lifts brow*
Steph: *lifts head*
Matthew: *stands, walks around desk*
Steph: *hides*
Matthew: *kneels* Little girl?
Steph: *uncovers eyes*
Matthew: Hi.
Steph: Hi.
Matthew: What are you doing here?
Steph: Daddy works here.
Matthew: Oh, okay. What's your name?
Steph: Stephanie Elizabeth Finch.
Matthew: *smiles* That's a pretty name. Mine's Matthew.
Steph: *staring at Matthew*
Matthew: Are you hiding?
Steph: *nods, places finger up to lips* Shh.
Lori: *runs over* Stephanie! What did I tell you about running off?
Steph: *lifts head*
Matthew: *stands*
Lori: *looks at Matthew* Thanks for stalling her. I'm sure by now she'd be re-programming you entire database.
Matthew: *blinks* Lori.
Lori: Excuse me?
Matthew: I'm Matt Whitfield, we met on Wall Street a few months ago. You were trying to find the Empire State Building. I showed you to the right train.
Lori: ...I'm sorry, I don't remember you.
Matthew: That's fine, it's a big city.
Lori: Steph, get up.
Steph: *stands, straightens out skirt*
Matthew: You have a lovely daughter.
Lori: She thinks so.
Matthew: *smiles*
Lori: *tilts head*
Matthew: I'll walk you over to the gr-
Lori: *grabs Matthew's cheeks*
Matthew: *blinks*
Lori: I know your eyes.
Matthew: Uh...yeah, we've met before.
Lori: No. *runs hands along Matthew's face*
Matthew: Why don't we *grabs Lori's hands* go to the green room.
Lori: *staring at Matthew* Uh huh.
Green room, 1:45
Lori: Steph, leave the fish alone.
Steph: But they're so bright and pretty.
Lori: And they're supposed to stay in the tank.
Scott: *walks over* Hey, sorry I'm late.
Lori: *lifts head, stands* You've met Matthew Whitfield, right?
Scott: Yeah, nice kid.
Lori: He and I are the same age.
Scott: *blinks* Young man. Nice young man. Wait, how did you know that?
Lori: ...I snuck his personnel file.
Scott: *frowns* Lori, that's under lock and key.
Lori: I can't help that I can jimmy locks. Besides, I put it back.
Scott: Why did you have his personnel file?
Lori: Because I have a theory. He's related to you.
Scott: *lifts brow* Where did you get that idea?
Lori: His eyes.
Scott: That's not exactly the most scientific reason.
Lori: Scott, he has your eyes.
Scott: No he doesn't.
Lori: He also has your smile.
Scott: Why don't we go to lunch. Steph, get your hands out of the fish tank.
Lori: *grabs Scott's arm* Don't brush me off like that. I'm not kidding around.
Scott: I just think you need a little more proof than eyes and smiles.
Lori: Fine, I'll get some of his DNA.
Scott: *frowns*
Lori: *rolls eyes* Not
that way.
Scott: Let it go. Steph, we're going downstairs.
Steph: *runs over*
TBC...................................