INT. CORPORATE OFFICE - DAWN
JEFF SMIT looks out the window of his penthouse office. The
first amber glows of dawn pierce the horizon.
He's deeply contemplative.
A soft knock on the door.
Startled, he turns.
JEFF
Yes?
Door opens. It is FELIPE, a night janitor. He is holding a
bucket.
FELIPE
Mr. Smit?
JEFF
You all done, Felipe?
(Felipe nods)
Thank you.
INT. GREG'S OFFICE - DAY
GREG, late 20's, sits in half-lotus position on his cluttered
desk. He is wearing a button-up shirt and tie. His shoes are
off.
His eyes are closed. His thumbs and middle fingers, touching.
He is meditating.
We can hear the sounds of a bustling corporate world outside
his office.
Door opens. Enter LOUIS, pre-teen, overweight, nerdy. He is
holding a cardboard drink carrier in which are four tall
mochas. Balanced on top of this is a small paper bag.
Louis closes the door behind him.
Greg does not respond to Louis' entry; continues meditating.
Louis stands still and watches Greg.
Some time passes.
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