INT. CORPORATE OFFICE – DAY
Glass walls. A modern office bathed in cold daylight. The silence is thick—too thick.
The door SLAMS open.
BETHANY storms in, eyes blazing, chest rising and falling with rage. Her blue shirt is slightly wrinkled, as if she rushed here without thinking twice.
Across the room, MATT stands near the desk, frozen mid-motion, a file still in his hand.
A beat.
Tension snaps.
BETHANY
(shouting, voice shaking with anger)
Get out of this office. Right now!
She strides forward, her heels echoing sharply against the floor. Her arm shoots up—finger pointed straight at Matt like an accusation carved in stone.
BETHANY
(furious, louder)
You heard me, Matt! Get. Out.
Matt blinks, stunned. His grip loosens on the file. Papers nearly slip.
MATT
(confused, trying to process)
Bethany… what—what is this about?
Bethany laughs bitterly. Not amused—hurt.
BETHANY
(mocking, seething)
Don’t pretend. Don’t you dare stand there and act clueless.
She steps closer. Too close. Her finger still pointed, unwavering.
Matt instinctively takes a small step back.
MATT
(defensive, but shaken)
I’m not pretending. I honestly don’t know why you’re—
BETHANY
(cutting him off, yelling)
Stop lying!
Silence crashes between them.
The air feels suffocating.
Matt’s face tightens. Shock gives way to unease.
MATT
(quiet, cautious)
Bethany… you’re scaring me.
Her expression flickers—just for a second—but the anger surges back stronger.
BETHANY
Good. Maybe now you’ll understand how it feels.
She turns away for a moment, pacing, running a hand through her hair. Her breathing is uneven.
Matt watches her, completely lost.
MATT
(softly)
Understand what?
Bethany stops.
Slowly turns back.
Her eyes are glassy—but not weak. Furious. Betrayed.
BETHANY
(low, intense)
You went behind my back.
Matt frowns, genuinely confused.
MATT
I didn’t—
BETHANY
(sharply)
You did!
She steps forward again, closing the distance.
BETHANY
You think I wouldn’t find out? You think I’m that stupid?
Matt shakes his head quickly.
MATT
No—Bethany, listen to me. Whatever you think happened—
BETHANY
(interrupting, voice cracking with anger)
I saw it, Matt!
That lands.
Matt goes still.
MATT
(quietly)
Saw… what?
Bethany exhales sharply, trying to hold herself together.
BETHANY
That email. That deal you made. Without telling me.
Matt’s eyes widen slightly—not guilt, but realization.
MATT
Oh… that—
He exhales, relief mixing with frustration.
MATT
Bethany, that’s not what you think it is.
BETHANY
(scoffs)
Of course it isn’t. It never is with you.
She turns away again, crossing her arms tightly, like she’s holding herself from falling apart.
Matt takes a cautious step forward.
MATT
(earnest, calm)
I was going to tell you. I just needed everything finalized first.
Bethany spins back around instantly.
BETHANY
(yelling)
That’s not your decision to make!
Her voice echoes off the glass walls.
People outside glance in—but no one dares to enter.
BETHANY
This was my project too. My name is on it, Matt!
MATT
I know that—
BETHANY
Then why did you shut me out?!
Silence again.
Matt has no immediate answer.
That silence says too much.
Bethany’s expression hardens.
BETHANY
(quiet, hurt beneath anger)
You didn’t trust me.
Matt steps closer, shaking his head.
MATT
That’s not true.
BETHANY
It is.
She points at the door now—sharper, colder.
BETHANY
Get out.
Matt doesn’t move this time.
MATT
(firm, but gentle)
I’m not leaving like this.
Bethany’s jaw tightens.
BETHANY
(icy)
Don’t test me.
MATT
I’m trying to fix this.
BETHANY
You already broke it.
That hits harder than anything before.
Matt’s shoulders drop slightly.
For the first time, he looks unsure.
MATT
(softly)
Bethany… I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Her eyes flicker again—pain breaking through.
But she buries it.
BETHANY
(quiet, controlled anger)
Intent doesn’t erase damage.
A long pause.
Neither moves.
The tension shifts—less explosive, more painful.
Matt looks at her, searching for something—any sign she’ll soften.
There’s none.
Finally, he nods. Slow. Defeated.
He places the file gently on the desk.
MATT
(quietly)
Okay.
He turns toward the door.
Each step feels heavier than the last.
Bethany watches him go—arms still crossed, expression locked.
But her eyes… they follow him.
Matt reaches the door.
Pauses.
Almost turns back.
But doesn’t.
He opens it.
Steps out.
The door closes softly behind him.
Silence floods the room.
Bethany stands there, unmoving.
Her hand slowly drops from where she had been pointing.
Her anger fades—just enough to reveal what’s underneath.
Hurt.
Regret.
But the damage is already done.
FADE OUT.