INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
JOB, (early 30's) pours boiling water from an electric kettle
into an heirloom mug.
His black cat, FANGS, races around the room, batting and
pouncing on a toy mouse.
Job carefully prepares a perfect cup of tea, then brings it
to his desk, where he sits in an antique, red leather chair.
He faces his computer. He brings up Final Draft.
He takes a moment to consider what to write.
From behind him, a voice speaks...
I know what you're gonna write