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Gables Estates, house, 5pm
Scott: *places bowl onto table*
Doorbell rings
Scott: *runs over to foyer, opens door*
Tom: *lifts head*
Scott: *smiles* Hey. *smile fades* Oh geez did I miss an appointment? Were the kids supposed to be with Lori?
Tom: No. But I'd like to speak to you about something along the same vein.
Scott: Sure, come on in.
Tom: *walks in*
Scott: *shuts door*
Tom: Uh...I sort of wanted to talk to you about the time Lori and I hooked up the first time.
Scott: *crosses arms* What about it?
Tom: It was um...freakishly close to...around the time Stephanie was conceived.
Scott: *stares at Tom* Uh huh.
Tom: Now I'm not trying to start anything but...is there a
possibility that sh-
Scott: She's yours?
Tom: Yeah.
Scott: Why are you so concerned about it now?
Tom: Because I hadn't really thought about it.
Scott: She's not yours.
Tom: How do you know?
Scott: I had a private lab test her DNA against mine.
Tom: *nods* ...That's...that's a relief.
Scott: I hope this isn't a common occurrence with you.
Tom: *laughs* Well I haven't gotten any calls from any pissed-off hookers if that helps.
Scott: *places hand on Tom's shoulder* I like you better this way. Don't go back to doing that.
Tom: Agreed.
Scott: What really got you worried about this?
Tom: Katie.
Scott: Yeah, see I just tune her out every so often.
Tom: I'm glad she's not my in-law.
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Scott: *steps off elevator*
Inside cubicle
Donna: *smiling* I'm telling you,
amazing.
Trudy: *smiles*
Bob: *walks over* What are we talking about?
Donna: *smile fades* Nothing.
Bob: I thought I heard some girl talk.
Donna: At the office? That's ridiculous.
Bob: Mhm.
Donna: *looks across room*
Reception
Scott: *grabs papers, stares down at folder*
Cubicle
Donna: *sigh*
Bob: *snaps fingers* Hey!
Donna: *looks at Bob* What?
Bob: Pay attention. I need to talk to you about that report from HR you passed on which, by the way, is missing half the information I need. This is the third time this week you've given me dick shit when I ask for it.
Donna: I'm sorry, I don't control HR.
Bob: Well I control this floor and you work on it so start getting your head into the work and stop gossiping with everyone else.
Donna: *frowns* You know, the only reason you got this promotion is because Scott wanted you off his back.
Bob: Go home.
Donna: Excuse me?
Bob: You're relieved for the day.
Donna: You're not my boss.
Bob: Get out!
Donna: *stands* Make me, old man!
Scott: *walks over* Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on?
Donna: Scotty, make him back off.
Scott: *looks at Donna* It's Mister Finch.
Donna: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Both of you need to cool down. Donna, my office.
Donna: *walks away*
Scott: *looks at Bob*
Bob: She's been like this all week. I didn't know PMS lasted that long.
Scott: I'll talk to her.
Bob: Yeah, of course she'll listen to you,
Scotty. *walks away*
Scott: *frowns*
Office
Scott: *walks in, shuts door*
Donna: *smiles*
Scott: If Bob tells you to do something, you do it. Understand?
Donna: *smile fades* But you're my boss.
Scott: So is he.
Donna: *rolls eyes* He has a token job.
Scott: He has a real one and he can
really fire you.
Donna: *places hands on Scott's chest* C'mon...you're not going to let him fire me.
Scott: *looks down*
Donna: *smirks*
Scott:
I'm going to fire you if you don't stop this.
Donna: *lowers hands*
Scott: Get back to work.
Donna: *walks away*
Scott: *places hands on hips*
TBC..................................