int. office - day
Vivre-Corps Corporate offices are posh and impressive. In the middle of the room, encase in soundproof glass, is a conference room. The executive suites are placed at each corner of the room in the fairly open floor plan. Large mahogany desks for executive assistants are outside each executive's office.
OLIVIA (v.O.)
It’s 11am and I am bored to sobs. We all are.
OLIVIA CROCKTON, a vibrant redhead with multiple physical assets sits at one of these desks. She is impeccably dressed but has the air of someone who isn't entirely comfortable.
OLIVIA (V.O.)
I started this job a couple of weeks ago. I am executive assistant to the senior vice-president of vivre-corp. Sounds fancy but I haven’t met him yet. I don’t even know his full name; everyone refers to him as Parks. Just Parks. He may not even be a he. Maybe he’s a she.
Olivia smiles at a random employee who walks by.
OLIVIA (V.O.)
Other than that, everyone’s pretty nice so far. I mean, I haven’t been shunned or forced to eat my lunches alone.
flashback to:
int. cafeteria - day
Olivia is seated at a table with several other employees, having a friendly lunch.
OLIVIA (V.O.)
I’ve been hanging out with the CEO’s secretary, Dianne-
DIANNE GRAY is a middle-aged secretary. She is eating a large brownie.
olivia (v.o. con't)
-and a mail clerk named Larry.
LARRY PARKS is lanky and cute in a goofy way.
olivia (v.o.)
Larry is infinitely more interesting than Dianne because it’s easier for me to get information out of him. Dianne is the real gossip but I don’t trust her: she’s a woman. Sure, she talks too much and answers all my impertinent questions but there are question marks in her eyes. I’m close, so close i can taste it.
BACK TO PRESENT
OLIVIA (v.o.)
I can’t be found out now. I have to know for sure if i’ve finally found the right man.
Olivia raises her head as the atmosphere in the room changes. Everyone seems to be at attention, on their game.
olivia (v.o.)
Wait, here comes Mrs. Lipswitz, the one Dianne calls Bitchshits.
MRS. LIPSWITZ is flanked by her human resources entourage, a group of five men ranging in age from mid-thirties to downright elderly. The men tripped along after her, their arms laden with binders a foot thick.
olivia (v.o.)
Bitchshits is the one who hired me because, and I quote-
flashback:
int. mrs. lipswitz's office - day
Mrs. Lipswitz is sitting behind her desk. Olivia is sitting across from her; she is interviewing for the job.
mrs. lipswitz
Parks is fond redheads.
Olivia smiles blandly at her.
OLIVIA (V.O.)
I was certainly happy to hear this but surprised to hear it straight from the director of human resources at a fortune 500 company. The Parks I'm looking for has a thing for redheads, which is why I dyed my blonde hair red. Is she stupid or does she think I'm stupid?
back to present
Mrs. Lipswitz makes her way to the conference room. With her minions helps she appears to set up for a meeting.
olivia (v.o.)
What am I...