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ERIC DALE walks out the front door carrying the file boxes. There are other people streaming out the door doing the same thing. ERIC stops, turns, and looks up at the building then tries to make a phone call but his phone does not work as it has been shut off by the firm. He looks up to the sky and can’t believe his fate. As he looks down he sees a woman, SARAH ROBERTSON, serious, classically beautiful and dressed in a well tailored power suit with her head down walking into the building. He can’t help himself.
ERIC
Robertson!
SARAH does not respond.
ERIC (cont’d)
Sarah Robertson!
This time she looks up. When she sees him she debates if she should stop. She does. He slowly moves a little closer to her, still carrying the slightly tattered box with his personal belongings in it.
ERIC (cont’d)
You shut off my phone???
SARAH ROBERTSON
Eric... I didn’t do anything.
They stare at each other.
ERIC
Fuck you.
They look at each other for a longer beat, both a little shocked that ERIC was so openly confrontational. She turns and heads back inside quickly. ERIC drops the phone to the ground and walks away.