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Lester sits at his workstation, a BEIGE CUBICLE surrounded by IDENTICAL BEIGE CUBICLES. He's staring at a computer monitor and talking on a HEADSET PHONE. The beleaguered expression on his face is at odds with the light, friendly tone of his voice.
LESTER
Hello, this is Lester Burnham from
Media Monthly magazine, I'm calling
for Mr. Tamblin, please?... Well,
we're all under a deadline here,
uh, but you see, there is some
basic information about the product
launch that isn't even covered in
your press release and I... Yeah.
Can I ask you a question? Who is
Tamblin? Does he exist? 'Cause he
doesn't ever seem to come in...
Yeah, okay, I'll leave my number...
BRAD, a dapper man in his thirties, approaches and observes Lester, who is unaware of his presence.
LESTER (CONT'D)
It's 555 0199. Lester Burnham.
Thank you!
Lester disconnects the call, obviously irritated.
BRAD
Hey Les. You got a minute?
Lester turns around, smiling perfunctorily.
LESTER
For you, Brad? I've got five.