INT. CORPORATE OFFICE – DAY
A sleek, modern office. Sunlight filters through tall glass windows, casting long shadows across a polished desk. The atmosphere is tense, almost suffocating.
BETHANY’S FATHER, a stern, authoritative old man, stands behind his desk. His jaw is tight, eyes sharp.
GREG stands across from him, holding a phone. His expression is serious, almost hesitant.
A heavy silence lingers.
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GREG
(quiet but firm)
Sir… I think you need to hear this.
Greg steps forward and places the phone on the desk. He presses play.
A distorted but unmistakable voice fills the room — BETHANY.
BETHANY (V.O.)
(angry, emotional)
I’m done explaining myself! You don’t get to control everything, Greg! Stay out of my life!
The voicemail continues, harsh and cutting.
Bethany’s father listens. His face slowly hardens. His eyes darken with every word.
BETHANY (V.O.)
(furious)
You think you know what’s best for me? You don’t! I’ll do whatever I want!
Greg glances up, watching the reaction carefully.
The voicemail ends.
Silence.
A dangerous silence.
Bethany’s father doesn’t move at first. Then—
He exhales sharply, gripping the edge of the desk.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(low, controlled anger)
This… is how she speaks now?
Greg stays quiet.
GREG
I thought you deserved to know.
A beat.
Bethany’s father straightens, disappointment washing over his anger.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(disbelief)
After everything I’ve done for her…
He shakes his head slowly.
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INT. OFFICE HALLWAY – DAY
Bethany walks down the hallway in her blue shirt, unaware. Her steps are confident, but there’s tension in her face.
An assistant opens the office door.
ASSISTANT
Your father wants to see you. Now.
Bethany pauses.
A flicker of unease crosses her face.
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INT. CORPORATE OFFICE – DAY
The door opens.
Bethany steps in.
She immediately senses the tension.
Greg stands to the side, avoiding her eyes.
Her father stands behind the desk, staring directly at her.
Cold. Unforgiving.
BETHANY
(confused)
Dad… what’s going on?
No response.
Her father slowly presses a button on the phone.
The voicemail plays again.
Bethany freezes.
Her own angry voice echoes in the room.
Her face drains of color.
BETHANY (V.O.)
I’ll do whatever I want!
The message ends.
Silence crashes down.
Bethany’s eyes widen in shock.
BETHANY
(stammering)
I— I can explain—
Her father SLAMS his hand on the desk.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(angrily)
Explain WHAT?!
He points a shaking finger directly at her.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(furious)
This disrespect? This attitude?
Bethany instinctively steps back.
BETHANY
(voice trembling)
I was just angry… I didn’t mean—
BETHANY’S FATHER
(cutting her off)
Didn’t mean it?!
His voice rises, echoing through the office.
BETHANY’S FATHER
You said every word clearly!
Bethany looks down, unable to meet his gaze.
BETHANY
(softly)
I was frustrated…
Her father laughs bitterly.
BETHANY’S FATHER
Frustrated?
He walks around the desk, closing the distance between them.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(disappointed, quieter now)
Is this who you’ve become?
Bethany’s eyes well with tears.
She shakes her head slightly.
BETHANY
No… it’s not…
A long pause.
Her father studies her face — searching, hoping.
But all he sees is guilt.
His shoulders drop slightly.
The anger fades… replaced by something heavier.
Disappointment.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(quiet, hurt)
I didn’t raise you like this.
Bethany’s lip trembles.
She tries to speak, but no words come out.
Greg shifts uncomfortably in the background.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(to Greg, without looking)
Thank you. That will be all.
Greg nods and exits quickly.
The door shuts.
Now it’s just father and daughter.
The silence is unbearable.
BETHANY
(teary, desperate)
Dad… please…
He doesn’t respond immediately.
Instead, he walks back behind the desk, putting distance between them.
BETHANY’S FATHER
(cold)
Actions have consequences, Bethany.
Bethany wipes her tears.
BETHANY
I’ll fix it… I promise.
He looks at her — not angry this time.
Just… tired.
BETHANY’S FATHER
We’ll see.
Another long pause.
Bethany stands there, broken, unsure of what to do.
Her father turns away, staring out the window.
A man lost in disappointment.
BETHANY
(whispers)
I’m sorry…
He doesn’t turn back.
The words hang in the air… unanswered.
FADE OUT.