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Place: Alex Martin's Home City: Westside, CA Time: 10:30 AM Date: August 24, 2002  Place: Alex Martin's Home City: Westside, CA Time: 7:30 AM Date: August 24, 2002 Scene: [Alex Martin lives in a large white old Spanish style home, with pink shutters. There are large white gates on the outside with a big gordy McCormick sign written in big gold letters. Outside there is an intercom which Jaclyn Romanelli (a close friend of Alex's) calls in on. They open the gates for her and she drive up the long narrow cobblestone driveway. As she goes on she see's a garden full of roses, lilies, sunflowers, and violets. In the center of the flowers which goes in a rectangular shape is a fountain with an angel on each side. On the opposite side of the garden is the driveway leading out. There is a older women in the middle of the garden. She is older maybe in her 70's but beautiful at that. She has gorgeous white hair that goes down to her waist and is pulled up in a bun. And giant straw hat, a white dress, and white sandals. She is picking flowers and her toe nails are beautiful french tipped, this is obviously Alex Martin's grandmother. She walks inside when she see's Jaclyn's car pulling up. She walks up to the house in which seemed like forever too an enormous white home with three thichly carpeted steps leading up to the giant marble pink doors what have Martin embroidered on it. This house is owned by the Martins, yes, Matthew Martin (Dad) Alexandria Marin (Mom) Dylan Martin (Son) and Krislynn Martin (Daughter). The grandmother rings the bell. She rings it once (forgetting her key) and the bell goes off about three times. A man dressed in a suit with a bottle of Crystall in his hands and two glasses full of it with diamonds at the bottom in the other. He seems rather snooty and uppity and talks with a British accent. He leads her and this girl who is Alex's good friend Jackie Romanelli also from Westside through the house while we pass the large spacious all white living room with white furniture a white TV and white flowers, the they pass through the Dining Room, it is all cherrywood, with a cheerywood Grandfather Clock, cheerywood table, cherrywood chairs, and vases of red red roses all over the place. As they pass the grand hallway which has the grand white staircase leading upstaris to the left and right they look to there left and see clear glass which you can look down and see the beautiful indoor tennis court and pool area. We then see some people who look like Alex's father and sister. Her sister is beautiful with long brunette locks of hair and crystal blue eyes. She is wearing a white skirt which shows off her tanned legs and a white blouse with a blue ruffeled shirt under it. The Dad is wearing white shorts and a white T-shirt with white sneakers. They then walk downstairs to the pool area where we see a dog and what seems to be a trainer in the dog pool. They just walk past and go to towards the lovely kitchen where they heard she was. On the way they see more beautiful painting by Monet, Di Vinci etc. We finally make it to the kitchen. There in the kitchen is Alex cooking. She is wearing black pleather pants with a silver floaral imbrodary on the leg that have black lace going up in a beautiful design on the sides, a tight white tank top saying "I'm Beautiful" in red airbrushed letters showing off her muscular arms, 3' black high-heeled boots, cherry red lipgloss, her hair is in a french twist going down to about the middle of her back, and of course a apron saying "Kiss Me I'm Hot." The kitchen looks gorgeous. It has green marble tops, a green marble island in the middle, a huge silver range with 4 burners each with something delicious on them, including hashbrowns, eggs, bacon and sausage. On the island there is a fruit basket filled with bannanas, oranges, apples, grapes, pears, and peaches, and sitting next to eat eating grapes is what seems to be the son eating the grapes. He's wearing a Abercrombie t-shirt that has a half naked hoola-girl on it and says "Abercrombie Surf", khaki Old Navy shorts, American Eagle shorts, and his hair in in a flip. Now back to the kitchen, near the range is obviously the silver two door Sub-zero refrigerator one side being the freezer the other the fridge, then the rest it pretty much counter top and lovely wooden cabinets. On the counter is everything ranging from a micro-wave to another bowl of fruit. Alex seems to be finished in about another 10 minutes and brings all of the food into the beautiful dining room which has a cherrywood table, cherrywood grandfahter clock, cherrywood cabinet with all the China, cherrywood seats that also have a lovely satin fabric on them with a floral pattern, and a cherrywood floor. She finally gets everything set up and still doesn't notice we're here until...] Alex: Hey Romm, I didn't even see you. Jackie: Oh, its ok! I just popped by, I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the mall with me and Josie.. Alex: I can't now, sorry. [She looks a little down.] I have so much to do. [She puts her hands on her hips.] I hate leaving the governess alone. Jackie: Oh. [She frowns.] Come here! [She gives Alex a hug.] Alex: I'm sorry Jack, theres just no way. I have to get the kids to school..[She smirks, and gives Jackie a hug, and Jackie walks out of the kitchen.] Cut To: Scenario II Place: Alex Martin's Bridal Botique' City: Westside, CA Time: 12:00 Noon Date: August 24, 2002 Scene: [Alex is sitting at her office which is on the top floor of her store. She smiles, licking her lips, when her smile quickly goes to frowning. She starts yelling perfusly on the phone. Her office is very feminine. There is a thick creamy white carpet, then in the right corner of the office there are books which have bridal dress photos in them, white curtains which flow from the top of the window to the floor and extend. There are about four windows in all. Each window has a flower basket hanging outside with an assortment of flowers. In the center of the room infront of Alex's desk there are two cherrywood chairs, nicely furnished, infront of that is a round cherrywood table with magazines on it, the top being Alex's personal magazine, with her picture on the cover. The room has many Monet paintings hanging from walls, and has flower baskets hanging from the ceiling in each corner. Alex is wearing a white tube top, the cuts off below the bellybutton, and right above the breast,that has stripes and the number 55 on the front. It looks like a baseball jersey, exept female..shoulders are exposed, skin tight black pleather capri's, a red hair ribbon, which goes over my pony tail, red lace strap shoes, which go up my leg. Her desk is decorated with bouquets of soft white roses, white buisness pens, and pictures of her family, it is all cherrywood. Alex is still yelling on the phone.] Alex: What do you mean the dresses were ruined? [She sighs grabbing her head.] I seriously can't believe this. Let me know the men who were responsible for this. [She pauses, and yells extremely loud.] NOW. [She sighs once again, then seemingly pissed off.] You mean to tell me I'm loosing over one-hundred thousand dollars, and you can't understand why I'm mad about this? To hell with you. Scene: [She hands up the phone muttering the word fuck. She then puts on a devious grin, picking up the phone, and clicking the speed dial. The phone rings several times, with a female answering.] Alex: It takes you three rings to answer the phone at my offices? [The girl starts stuttering on the phone, obivously shocked its the owner of the whole company.] Spit it out hunny, times waisting. [She smirks.] Well, incase you don't know who this is, let me tell you. It's Miss Martin. Or thats what you'll call me atleast. Woman: Ok, Miss Martin, how may I help you? Alex: Put me on the phone with your boss. Woman: I thought you were my boss Ms. Martin.. Alex: I didn't ask for thinkers in my company, I asked for people who know what they're doing. [She taps her perfectly manicured fingers on the desk.] Do I pay you for nothing? Woman: [Obviously mortified.] N..no Miss Martin, of course not.I know you don't. [She empashizes the know.] Alex: Very nice, sweetie. [She slightly smirks, licking her lips, and biting the bottom one.] Now listen carefully, because if you screw this up, Miss Martin will be mad at you. I would like to know, what drivers were handling the I-98 shipping yesterday. [The girls tells her, and Alex writes down their names in neat cursive handwritting. She smirks.]Send them too me, at once. [The girl says right away.] Why thank you, you've just kept your job. [She clicks the disconnect button, smirking, and awaiting the males to come. Within five minutes each of the three males come. They're all sitting on the couch infront of Alex's desk. Each male is big, and burly. Each with a beard, a few tatoo's and smell of tabacco. Alex sits clicking her nails on the desk.] Alex: Gentlemen, I didn't call you here for excuses, I didn't call you here for complaints, I simply called you here for a warning. [She runs her right hand through her hair.] Do you know how much money was lost last night? [No one answers, which forces her to scream.] DO YOU? [They all say no Ma'am.] Exactly you don't. [She licks her lips.] I lost well over one hundred thousand dollars last night, and it was because of YOU THREE. [She points at them.] If I hear ONE bad thing about any of you, your jobs will be lost. [She starts yelling.] Do you all get me? [She screams] DO YOU? [The all nod their heads.] Now get out of my office. [she points to the door.] NOW!!!! Cut To: Scenario III Place: Alex Martin's Office City: Westside, CA Time: 12:00 Noon Date: August 25, 2002 Scene: [We're now in the parking garage of a large building. It is dark with a hevy blanket of silence cast over the area.The lot seems full, we scan up and down the aisles looking for a car we recognize. There's Alex's sleek black luxury car pull into a spot close to the elevator. She looks very professional. Not the way we usually see her. We wonder where it is she is going, her long brown hair up in a French twist. She is wearing a pair of heather gray pintuck pants with an extended tab waist, a white cotton eyelet corset, and cream-colored leather sling backs. She holds a black briefcase in her left hand and a matching heather gray blazer. She steps into the elevator and presses the button for the floor she needs. Alex is now stepping off of the elevator. The new setting is bright compared to the darkness of the last one. Things are airy, cityscapes hang in expensive silver frames. Alex walks through the hallway. Heading straight to a door on the end. She opens it and stares for a second at the people inside. A bunch of middle aged men sit around a large executive table. Most reclining in their leather chairs. A few tables are set up in the back. All with stuff for lunch. Sandwiches, salads, tofu, pastas, coffee, sodas, tea, juice, and of course alcohol. One table is different from the other one. On this one sits fruit, cereal, bowls, hot chocolate, muffins, bagels, scones, and English muffins. Alex walks farther into the room, setting her briefcase down she leans against the table.] Alex: Good morning everyone. Now I know I called this meeting but I haven't had my morning Coke yet, So I'm not really in the mood for anything you guys might have in mind. Like for example not agreeing with me. Or perhaps having opinions of your own. [One of the two other women in the room looks up at Alex. She is cute, tall, fit, blonde. Much like pamela anderson, only problem she isn't and there for has nothing going for her in Alex's book. She makes the mistake of drawing attention to herself. ] ::Woman:: Umm excuse me. It's twelve in the afternoon. It's hardly morning any longer. Alex: Ahh yes, good an opinion. Well you're fired. She can't even follow directions for two minutes. [The woman looks at her like she has to be kidding. Alex stares at her. With a look that has put fear into grown men, let alone some little blonde bimbo. Alex: You're not moving. Why are you not moving? You're fired. It's not a joke, I'm serious. Get your skinny ass out of my boardroom before I have to throw you out myself. [The girl gets up from her seat and walks out. Starting to cry and being fired for no reason.] Alex: Anyone else have an opinion? [Room is quiet.] Didn't think so. [Alex walks over to the table. Getting a glass and going over to the large glass ice bucket. She takes out three ice cubes and dumps them in her glass. Grabbing a coke off the table she pours it in. Waiting for it to settle she takes a long drink. Closes her eyes and then opens then again. Grabbing a few scones off the table she heads back to her chair. She sets her feet up on the table.] Alex: Ok, let's get down to business. The deal is, I don't like most of you. In fact I dislike all of you. So in the next few days some of you may not have jobs. Don't worry it's nothing to do with professional ablitly. It's strictly personal. Now you may ask yourselves can she do that? Answer I can do whatever I like. So getting back to the reason I'm up this early. I've looked over the reports and I see we're losing more business with every passing quarter. I think it's because we're playing it too safe. No one is taking a risk. We need something flashy. We're losing to other advertisiment companies. We need freash ideas, new blood. We need a new generation in here. One that's not afraid to give people what they want. We're not giving these women what they want to see. They want to be entertained by the dumbest possible thing. You people are too old to give that to the company. I sugest you find the fun or find new jobs. Now on to the current executive changes. In hopes that you will all find a way to express what it is i want this company to be. We now have a new Vice President of Graphic Design. Josie, I trust that you are willing to come back? Josie: I..Well yes I suppose so. Alex: Good, that's what I thought. You now have control over everything graphically. I'm sure you can turn this around. Well that's all for now. I'll let you all return to work. And remember, this is a whole new place. Any questions should be directed at my secretary, I'm finished looking at all of you for today. [Alex walks out of the meeting. She leaves the room to discuss her meeting. Which I'm sure not all of them will be happy with. But what does she really care? If it fails oh well, and if she succeeds more money for her. She continues walking. Turning the corner and going down another hallway. She stops at a desk. She talks to the short brunette sitting there for a second. Alex then goes to the office across from the woman. Closing the door she heads to the large oak desk. Sinking into her soft leather chair. She pulls the phone from the cradle. She hits a button and waits for the phone to finish dialing. She waits but gets a recording, she mutters something about needing to change that.]
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