Nat: One Young girl walked towards a big building with a sign saying 'Sharpe Enterprises'. The girl walked into the building and approached the front desk; where a woman was looking down at some paperwork.

Angela: Hi, I'm looking for Mrs Cartwright.

(The woman behind the desk slowly looked up)

Receptionist: And, who may you be?

Angela: I'm Angela; her daughter.

Receptionist: Are you now..? Do you have any ID?

Angela: ID for what?

Receptionist: To prove you are who you say you are.

(Angela looks confused)

Angela: You want ID to prove I'm Mrs Cartwright's daughter?

Receptionist: Come on hand it over...

(The woman reached her hand up)

Receptionist: I haven't got all day.

(Angela looks down at the woman's hand)

Angela: I don't have any ID.

(Angela looks back at the woman's face and she slowly moved her hand back)

Receptionist: Then I'm afraid I can't let you see her.

Angela: But my mum asked me to meet her here.

Receptionist: What do you want to see Mrs Cartwright about?

Angela: That is none of your business.

(Angela takes a deep breath)

Angela: Look here you…

(Angela leans over the desk and looked the receptionist in the eye)

Angela: Is it too much trouble for you to contact my mother and tell her I'm here?

(The receptionist looks shocked)

Receptionist: Who do you think you are?

Angela: I just told you; my name is Angela Cartwright.

(Angela smiles)

Receptionist: You can't talk to me like that?

(Angela stands up straighter)

Angela: Well, it looks like I just did.

Receptionist: Now, look here. If you don't show me any respect, I'll have you thrown out of this building.

Angela: Show you, respect..!

(Angela places her hands on her hips)

Angela: Why don't you start showing respect to your customers?

(Just then the phone started ringing)

Receptionist: Just hold on a moment.

(The woman picked up the phone)

Angela: What should I hold on to?

(The receptionist stared back at Angela who was grinning back)

Receptionist: Hello, Sharpe Enterprises. How may I help you?

Pen: I see you have my daughter with you.

Receptionist: Mrs Cartwright!

Pen: Please, will you show her to the lift?

Receptionist: I'm not letting a child into this building; Mr Sharpe will have my head.

Angela: Hey, I'm no child.

(The Receptionist glared back at Angela)

Pen: My daughter, is certainly, no child.

Receptionist: Well, she looks like one to me.

Pen: Mr Sharpe knows my daughter is coming, anyway.

Receptionist: He didn't say anything to me.

Pen: And, when does Mr Sharpe ever speak to you, himself?

Receptionist: I still wasn't informed.

Pen: Well, I'm informing you now. So, will you show her to the lift?

Receptionist: You have an attitude just like your daughter, here.

Pen: I don't blame her if she has to communicate with you.

Receptionist: What's that supposed to mean?

Pen: Don't make me have to come and get her, myself.

Receptionist: Maybe, you should.

Pen: Do you want to explain to Mr Sharpe, why I had to leave my post?

Receptionist: Alright, I'll do it.

(The phone line went dead)

Receptionist: Like mother, like daughter...

(The woman put the phone down and looked back at Angela)

Receptionist: And, don't you smirk at me, young lady.

Angela: Oh, I'm a young lady, now, I'm I? A moment ago, I was a child.

Receptionist: That's enough of your lip.

Angela: Well, are you going to tell me how to find my mother, or are you going to throw me out?

Receptionist: Oh, I can't be dealing with this.

(The woman got up and walked around the desk)

Receptionist: Follow me, then.

(The woman walked off down the corridor and Angela followed after her)

Angela: Is my mother, your boss?

Receptionist: No, thank goodness.

Angela: But it sounds like she is higher up than you.

Receptionist: If you ask me, I say there is something going on between your mother and Mr Sharpe.

Angela: Why do you say that?

Receptionist: She gets away with treating us like dirt and nothing is ever done about it.

Angela: Hey, that's my mother you're talking about.

Receptionist: I don't care if she is the queen's mother... She still shouldn't speak to me as she does.

Angela: Sounds to me like you deserve it.

(The woman stopped walking)

Receptionist: You don't even know me.

Angela: Oh, I will, before I leave.

Receptionist: You won't be here long enough, to find out anything.

Angela: Are you sure about that?

Receptionist: Unless your Mother tells you all her lies.

(The woman points to the lift)

Angela: No, I'll get to hear it all from you.

(Rose walked into the lift and looked back at the receptionist)

Receptionist: How are you going to do that? If I don't tell you anything.

Angela: Didn't you know. I'm taking over my Mother's job for two weeks.

(The woman laughed)

Receptionist: In your dreams, child.

(Angela continues to smile at the receptionist)

Angela: It's true, I'm the new temp girl.

(The woman looks shocked as the lift doors closed and the lift suddenly started moving downwards which quickly wiped the smirk of Angela's face)

Angela: Woo... Looks like I'm going underground.

(Angela starts to look worried as she grabs hold of the handrail)

Angela: Oh, how I hate you sometimes, mother.

(Angela started to close her eyes as she took a few deep breaths)

Pen: Patients, my Angel.

(Angela opened her eyes and looked around the empty lift)

Angela: Mum?

Pen: Yes, it's me.

Angela: Where are you?

(Angela saw a small camera up in one corner of the lift)

Pen: At my desk, waiting for you.

(Angela looks back at the lift doors)

Angela: How far down does this lift go?

Pen: You won't like the answer.

(Angela glares angrily at the camera)

Angela: Just tell me.

Laura: Let's just say it's a long way down.

(Angela closes her eyes tightly shut)

Angela: You should have warned me, earlier?

(Angela heard her mother giggling)

Angela: Not funny mother; you know I hate going underground.

Pen: That's why I didn't tell you.

(Angela slowly opens her eyes and looks up at the camera)

Angela: I'm not working underground.

(Just then the lift stopped)

Angela: Oh, at last.

(The doors slowly opened up to another reception area and Angela slowly made her way out the lift)

Pen: So, what do you think?

(Angela looked over at a Mother who was behind the desk smiling at her)

Angela: Are we really underground?

(Angela slowly looked around before approaching her Mother's desk)

Pen: Hard to believe, isn't it?

(Angela grazed over at the windows and slowly started to approach one of them)

Rose: Looks like we're at the top of the building.

(Pen got up and approached her daughter)

Pen: It may look like a real window but it's not.

(Angela watched as her Mother's hand reached up to the handle and it only grabbed air)

Pen: See what I mean… Not even the windows open.

(Angela placed her hand against the window panel)

Angela: It still feels like glass.

Pen: It is real glass.

Angela: Cool.

Pen: Mr Sharpe prefers it that way.

(Angela turns back around)

Angela: Mr Sharpe works down here?

Pen: Yes.

Rose: Why not at the top of the building?

Mr Sharpe: You ask a lot of questions for someone so young.

(Angela quickly turns back around to see a man standing in the doorway that is situated next to the window)

Pen: Mr Sharpe, let me introduce my daughter, Angelica.

(Angela raises her eyebrows and smiled as Pen looks over at her)

Pen: Aren't you going to say anything?

(Pen nudges her daughter's shoulder and Angela made her way over to Mr Sharpe and stood in front of him)

Angela: Pleased to meet you, Mr Sharpe.

(Angela smiles brightly with her hand extended towards him)

Mr Sharpe: So, your 16?

(Mr Sharpe lends back against the door frame and crosses his arms over his chest)

Angela: Yes I am.

(Angela redraws her hand but continues to smile at him)

Mr Sharpe: Well, I hope you like hard work.

Angela: I'll do the best I can.

(Mr Sharpe slowly moves his eyes down Angela's body and back up again)

Mr Sharpe: We'll see about that, won't we?

(Mr Sharpe walks backwards a few steps and slowly started to close the door)

Mr Sharpe: Oh, one word of advice for you… You are never to come past these doors.

Angela: Why? What's back there?

(Angela starts to stand on her tiptoes and tries to look over Mr Sharpe's shoulders)

Pen: Angelica?

(Mr Sharpe stared back at Angela)

Mr Sharpe: Well, let's put it this way, you won't live to see the next day.

(Angela stared back at Mr Sharpe)

Angela: What's so dangerous, that could possibly do that?

Mr Sharpe: Me!

(Angela looks confused)

Angela: Are you saying, what I think you're saying?

Mr Sharpe: Wow, you catch on fast, don't you?

(Angela starts to giggle)

Mr Sharpe: Oh, you think it's funny, do you?

Pen: Angelica, come over here, right now.

(Pen raises her voice in warning)

Angela: Yes I do, actually.

Mr Sharpe: It won't be funny after I kill you.

(Angela stops laughing and looks seriously at Mr Sharpe)

Angela: You're joking, right?

Mr Sharpe: I never joke about anything.

(Mr Sharpe continued to shut the door)

Angela: You wouldn't dare.

(Mr Shape opens the door a little to see Angela had stepped right up to the door)

Mr Sharpe: This isn't a game... I could kill you, in an instant.

(Pen walked up to her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder)

Pen: I'm sorry about that, Mr Sharpe.

(Mr Sharpe looked over at Pen and slowly shakes his head)

Angela: Oh, and one other thing…

(Mr Sharpe looks back at Angela)

Angela: I should tell you...

(Mr Sharpe grins back at Anngela)

Pen: Angelica, just let it be.

(Pen continued raising her voice)

Mr Sharpe: And, what would that be, Miss Cartwright?

Angela: I'm not afraid of you.

Mr Sharpe: Is that so...

Angela: And, by the way, the name is Angela.

(Angela smiles at Mr Sharpe)

Mr Sharpe: And, you're stepping on thin ice, young lady.

Angela: Oww, is that meant to hurt?

Mr Sharpe: It will do if you overstep the line again.

(Mr Sharpe slams the door shut and Pen places her hands on her hips and stares at her daughter's back)

Pen: What do you think you're doing?

(Angela slowly turns around to look at her mother)

Angela: Letting him know he can't walk all over me.

Laura: While you're in this building... He can do whatever he wants.

Angela: You may let him walk all over you, mother but he most certainly won't do that with me.

Pen: I don't want to lose my job over this. I told him you would work hard for him. Please, don't let me down.

(Angela takes a deep breath)

Angela: How can he talk to people like that?

Pen: When you have a big company and a lot of money, you can do just about anything.

Angela: Leave him with me for two weeks. I'll give him a piece of my mind.

(Angela smiles at her mother as Pen stared back at her daughter with a concerned look)

End of Scene One