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full-tiltboogiearc · 1 year ago

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It had been a while since Ford walked into Merlotte's and spent an honest good evening there.

In the last two years since vampires had been discovered, he knew to stay away from the place—most places, actually, where a high volume of humans could be found. It was relatively easy considering he didn't need to grocery shop and any sort of social activity could be done at vampire bars or hotels that had kept themselves relatively contained under the guise of exclusivity. But before vampires became part of the global lexicon, he'd pop into neighborhood places like Merlotte's every so often. If only to remember what it was like to be human, even though it took feigning a disgusting glass of grape wine to sit through.

Around these parts, they say some things never change, but he knew better than that. When you've been alive for as long as he has, on the surface, all the algae on the swamp is just as murky-green—the hicks are still hicks. Underneath it, though, are layers of sediment and rock, spongy peat that soaks everything up—the hicks always find something new to complain about, keeping humans right at the very edge of evolving to a higher intelligence than what they're capable of.

Only every now and then in Bon Temps did someone come in and threaten to throttle all those years of grimy bog. Somebody who thought differently. And someone who wasn't afraid to speak their mind. The way the girl spoke to Mrs. Fortenberry like a mother berating a child (maybe a touch more cruel than that, honestly) told Ford a few things: One, that she was that very girl who dared to throttle, and two, she had a functioning enough brain to debate. Those combined, he had to guess she wasn't from around here.

(Not that he would fully know, since everyone in Merlotte's was a new face to him. Except Mrs. Fortenberry's, who seemed to simultaneously age and stay looking the same. She could potentially rival vampires one day...)

He wasn't much of a talker—not even amongst his own kind—so when the girl didn't just give him a half-hearted chuckle and a polite smile before walking away, he realized the hole he'd dug himself into. Not because she'd snapped at him—that, he could handle. But because she seemed apologetic about it, and was now the first person in Merlotte's to acknowledge him despite the fact he'd been sitting here for about half an hour.

He adjusted his hat, but kept his face low. Ford wasn't necessarily trying to hide he was a vampire, because that was the sort of thing you couldn't miss these days. He was pale and stoic and didn't other vampires have that kind of dark aura to them? (He wasn't 100% certain. That was just something his dumb sister Soleil, also a vampire, once told him.) But he felt somewhat self-conscious now, her eyes on him. And her smile, even if it was a forced one, glowed. She was so... human.

"A girl named Tara? No, ain't seen her." The bar had been relatively empty for the last half hour. Maybe others could sense he was a vampire, but what was more likely was that at this hour, everyone who would be sitting at the bar had stumbled to the pool tables or at other booths to comingle. Everybody knew somebody around here. He looked up at her behind the brim of his cap, a raggedy Smith Ferry and Farm hat, a relic from his family business.

"I'll take a Tru Blood."

a woman condemned to a life in bon temps. that’s what jeannie oh felt like, at least. she was a prisoner in the small, northeastern louisiana town that her father had moved to after years in shreveport. she was a prisoner because she blew up her figure skating career, and her mother couldn’t stand to look at her because she hadn’t gone on to the olympics (and stopped the gravy train). she was a prisoner because she was stuck living in her dad’s house with her annoying stepmother and admittedly pretty cute but disruptive toddler half-sister. she was stuck in a merlotte’s uniform with its tiny shorts and skin-tight t-shirt because she had been fired from the local big lots for being smartmouthed with the customers. all those things combined made her nigh insufferable, and she wanted to inflict her emotional pain on everyone that crossed her path.

sam merlotte refused to fire her despite many people advising him to—he took pity on her childish dramatics, believing it to come from a place of hurt and responded that jeannie was just a kid despite being twenty-four—and she couldn’t stand most of the people that walked through the restaurant’s doors. she only had two or three coworkers she could actually tolerate, and most customers begged the hostess not to seat them in jeannie’s section since she would no doubt somehow offend them. they offended her by not being the glamorous, cold people she knew back up north when she was still skating.

in short:��everyone in bon temps was a stupid hick and she hated this fucking town!

then, of course, there were the murders. jeannie somehow kept the thought that they were lucky to leave bon temps even if it was through death to herself, though that was the only thing she kept to herself. a masterclass in self-restraint, she thought. it seemed every table that night just had to voice their thoughts on the victims and their supposed killers—they were sluts; that’s what they get for fangbangin’; that was why you could never trust a vampire; boy those fellowship of the sun people on tv know what they’re talkin’ ‘bout.

it was all so annoying. out of sense to be a contrarian rather than a vampire rights activist, jeannie fought with anyone she heard talking about the subject. in her opinion, vampires at least had the advantage of being interesting. everyone else in town had lived small, quiet lives that no one could envy. not like jeannie, worldly skater who had actually been to europe before and, at one time, owned a burberry purse.

clearly, no matter what she could say, it would all fall on deaf ears. no one actually cared about her opinion, despite how strongly she proclaimed it. “oh, whatever.” jeannie rolled her eyes, clutching onto the refill pitcher of water in her hands. she wanted to dump it in maxine fortenberry’s lap. “as if a vampire don’t have better things to do than pick off miss catfish bon temps pageant runner-ups all night. i don’t know what you’re so afraid of either, miss fortenberry. vampires wouldn’t even look twice at your old, wrinkled neck.”

with that, jeannie left the table without refilling maxine’s glass, ignoring the older woman’s protests about being mighty thirsty. instead, she returned to the bar and slammed the tray down on the bartop before she caught the gravelly voice speaking to her. slowly, she turned to the man and gave him an irritated sneer. “what’s it to you?”

still, it had been a long time since someone called her smart. most people just called her a bitch. sighing, jeannie decided that he would be the one customer that she was nice to today. putting her hands on the counter, she glanced down at the sink before she attempted to give him a pleasant smile. “some people don’t have a lick of sense, and they all happen to live here.” she looked around the table and didn’t see any drinks or food in front of him. “are you waiting to be served or somethin’? normally, tara takes care of all this up here, but she’s got an attitude worse than mine.” rather, she rivaled jeannie on the matter, but that was what made them get along most of the time: mutual hatred for the public.

#someotherdog #c. ford #ford x jeannie #ford x jeannie 001 #okay i made it so that they were strangers and #that this was ford's first time at merlotte's at least since vamps became a Thing?#i hope this works!!!!#i'm already excited for their dynamic #as always i stan ur writing and #true blood is <333 i am so glad we're embracing it #so hot queue hurting my feelings

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daxwritesstories · 1 year ago

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Assistant Yasmin: Episode 1 - Hot Mess

Summary: Yasmin starts her new job as a live-in assistant for a CEO. When she arrives though, she finds that this "CEO" is not at all what she expected him to be like. She must find a way to get along with him if she's going to survive this new job.

Scene 1

EXT. Highway - Day

Opening shot is of Yasmin’s car driving on the highway. It is a nice vehicle but it’s not too flashy.

Yasmin: Yeah, they’re gonna house me and all of my meals are covered. None of it comes out of my pay. It’s a pretty sweet gig.

INT. Yasmin’s car

Yasmin is driving with one hand and holding her phone up to her ear with the other. She is an average-looking woman dressed in business casual clothing. She’s neatly groomed, her long brown hair is curled at the ends and she wears minimal makeup. She has a naturally pretty face, with big brown doe-eyes.

Yasmin: And the pay is great for an assistant job, considering all the accommodations.

Yasmin pauses.

Yasmin: It is a little weird that his parents were the ones who hired me. But you know how rich people are. They gave me the job almost immediately after the interview and I wasn’t just gonna say no to that kind of pay. I didn’t even have to negotiate a higher salary.

Yasmin glances around as she listens to the other person.

Yasmin: I know, but it’s only one city over. It’s less than an hour drive so I’ll come back to visit as much as I can.

Yasmin pauses and listens to the person on the other end of the phone.

Yasmin: I’m gonna miss you too. But like I said, I’ll come visit you when I have days off.

She pauses again.

Yasmin: I promise. You know I always keep my promises.

Yasmin pauses for a moment and then laughs.

Yasmin: Okay, well I’ll talk to you later. Okay. I’ll let you know how it goes. Okay, bye!

Yasmin hangs up and puts her phone down on the passenger seat. She focuses on the road, glancing at the GPS on her car’s screen. The route on screen shows that she is almost at her destination.

Scene 2

EXT. Givenchy Residence parking lot - Day

Yasmin’s car pulls into the parking lot of a luxury apartment complex. She carefully parks and gets out of the car. She walks around to the trunk. After opening the hatch, she lifts a relatively small suitcase out of it.

INT. Givenchy Residence lobby - Day

We cut to Yasmin opening the first set of glass doors that lead to the lobby, pulling her suitcase with her. She stops at the second set of doors and presses the button for the tenth floor - the top floor.

Yasmin waits after the buzz and soon a second buzz is heard.

Valerie (through intercom): Givenchy residence.

Yasmin: Hi. My name is Yasmine Post. I’m–

Valerie (through intercom): Oh! You’re the new assistant. Please come on up. Tenth floor and it’s the door on the far left.

Yasmin: Thank–

The intercom buzzes again, cutting Yasmin off. There is a clicking sound as the second set of doors unlock.

Yasmin: …you.

Yasmin seems a bit taken aback but she shrugs it off and opens the door.

INT. Givenchy Residence elevator - Day

Yasmin stands silently alone in the elevator, watching the different floor numbers light up. The elevator itself is pristine and has an expensive, modern look to it. The lights on the floor numbers shine brightly as if they are brand new.

Eventually the tenth floor -the highest floor- lights up and the doors slide open in front of Yasmin. She steps into the hallway and takes a moment to look around.

INT. Givenchy Residence outside hallway - Day

There are only three doors on the entire floor with a lot of space between them. The walls are lined with a clean white wallpaper that has a pattern of golden embellishments on it. The doors are made of sturdy wood and have shiny golden handles.

Yasmin walks to the end of the hallway, towards one of the doors. Unlike the other two doors, it has a golden plate bolted to it that reads “Givenchy Residence”.

Yasmin knocks on the door. She only has to wait a few seconds before it opens. A woman wearing a light blue dress with an apron overtop answers the door. Her short red hair is neatly curled to frame her face and she is wearing pink rubber gloves.

Valerie: Miss Post. Welcome! Please come in.

Yasmin steps into the penthouse and rolls her suitcase in. The front door leads to a small front area that is walled off from the rest of the apartment. An archway across from the door leads out of the front area but it is difficult to see what is past it.

Yasmin: Thank you, Miss…

Valerie: You can just call me Valerie. I’m one of the maids. Please just leave your suitcase by the door for now.

Yasmin: Okay…

Hesitantly, Yasmin leaves her suitcase against the wall near the door.

Valerie: And you can leave your shoes on, just wipe them on the mat first. Please and thank you.

Looking a little overwhelmed, Yasmin wipes her dress shoes on the front mat. Valerie waits for her to finish before speaking again.

Valerie: Great. Please follow me.

Yasmin follows Valerie out of the front area.

The archway leads to a living area with expensive-looking, maximalist furniture. It’s all made of dark wood with hot pink upholstery and embellishments. The coffee table is so large that it almost looks like a stage. The television takes up half of the leftmost wall. There are various sculptures and paintings situated around the room. It’s all extravagant.

Yasmin looks around, wide-eyed. She is obviously impressed by the lavish penthouse.

Valerie talks to Yasmin as she leads her through the living room.

Valerie: Thank goodness you’re here. The last assistant quit so suddenly that Mr. Givenchy is very far behind on his work. I apologize for dumping a bunch of work on you on your first day, but you will have to help him catch up.

Yasmin: It’s alright. I signed up for difficult work.

Valerie stops for a moment and seems to ponder what Yasmin said.

Valerie: Yes! That is what you signed up for. Remember that.

Yasmin: What?

Valerie ignores the question and continues walking, Yasmin follows.

Valerie: Mr. Givenchy should be in the kitchen eating lunch. Hopefully that means we’ll catch him in a good mood.

Yasmin: Huh? What do you mean?

Felix (from the next room): You expect me to eat this garbage?! Rats wouldn’t even eat this shit! It tastes fucking awful!

Yasmin looks shocked. Valerie sheepishly smiles, avoiding eye contact.

Valerie: There he is…

INT. Givenchy Residence kitchen - Day

Cut to the kitchen where Felix and Kirk are having an argument. Kirk is standing behind the counter and Felix is sitting at the small dining table. Gwen is also there, standing in between them, watching the argument unfold.

The kitchen is just as fancy as the living room, fit for a professional chef. The counters and island are all quality granite and they look recently polished. The cupboards and drawers are a stylish black and red, giving a modern look to the area.

The small dining table is situated near the bar. It is circular, made of dark wood, and has four chairs surrounding it. Felix is lounging in one of the chairs.

Kirk: You’ve only had one bite. How on earth do you not like it already?

Felix: Because it tastes like shit. I don’t need to have another bite to know that.

Kirk: I don’t get paid enough to take your insults. If you don’t like it then don’t eat it.

Felix: You get paid plenty. Now make me something else.

Kirk: I’m not your food slave, brat! Make it yourself.

Kirk turns around and starts untying his apron. Instead of responding, Felix picks up a handful of mashed potatoes from his plate and throws it at Kirk. The food lands right on the back of Kirk’s head. Kirk freezes in shock.

Yasmin and Valerie walk into the room right as the food is thrown. Yasmin covers her mouth in surprise and Valerie just sighs.

Gwen: Sir, please don’t throw–

Felix: Shut up!

Gwen immediately stops talking and her posture shrinks.

Felix: Fine. Don’t make me anything else. It’ll probably just taste awful too.

Kirk doesn’t say anything, he just huffs and storms out of the room, fuming. He doesn’t acknowledge Valerie or Yasmin when he passes them.

Felix turns his attention to the two women. He frowns as he looks at Yasmin.

Felix: Who’s this?

Valerie: This is Miss Yasmin Post. She’s the new assistant your parents hired for you.

Felix: Huh.

Felix stands up and we get a better view of what he is wearing. He has an expensive-looking, pink fur jacket on and some sort of black top underneath. He also wears a lighter pink mini skirt overtop of sheer leggings. The outfit is complete with pink platform heels.

Felix himself is a short thin man with blonde hair and a couple of piercings on his eyebrow and nose. He wears a bit of colorful makeup.

He walks over to Yasmin, wiping his dirty hand on Gwen’s apron on the way. He stops in front of Yasmin and looks her up and down.

Felix: Well it took you long enough to get here. I have, like, ten things that needed to be done yesterday.

Felix looks over at Valerie.

Felix: Has she been shown her room yet?

Valerie: No, you said–

Felix: Whatever. You can just bring her stuff to the room. I have work that needs to be done.

Felix motions at Valerie to go and then speaks to Yasmin again.

Felix: Jasmine, was it?

Yasmin: Yasmin.

Felix: Yasmin! Okay, let’s go to my office.

Yasmin: I thought you were eating lunch?

Felix: Don’t question me.

Yasmin immediately adjusts her attitude.

Yasmin: Right. Sorry.

Felix starts walking out of the room and Yasmin moves to follow him. Before she can take a step though, Valerie grabs her arm.

Valerie: Good luck.

Valerie lets go of Yasmin and leaves to go back to work.

Scene 3

INT. Felix’s office - Day

Felix walks into his office, followed by Yasmin.

The office is nicely decorated but there isn’t much to it. There are two desks, one notably fancier than the other, and a large bookshelf covers the back wall. There is also an expensive-looking couch near the bookshelf and an intricately designed rug on the floor.

Felix gestures to the less fancy desk.

Felix: That’s your desk. Last assistant left most of their stuff so feel free to use it.

Yasmin goes to sit down at her desk. Felix sits down on the couch instead of at the other desk.

Felix: So, I have a long list of emails that need to be written up and sent off. I sent it to your computer so if you could just write all those for me that would be great.

Yasmin: Erm, okay.

Felix: And after that’s done I need you to go over the payroll statements and make sure all the payments went through. That was supposed to be done, like, three days ago but I’m sure it’s fine.

Yasmin: Okay…

Felix: Oh, and then there’s a bunch of price changes that need to be done, but you can just save that for last since it’s not as urgent. And that’s pretty much everything you need to know.

Yasmin: Yes… sir…?

Felix: “Sir” is fine. Or you can just call me Felix. That’s my name.

Yasmin: Do your assistants usually call you by your first name?

Felix: Only the ones who’ve lasted longer than a couple weeks.

Yasmin looks confused by the remark but she brushes it off.

Yasmin: Okay. And… what are you gonna do?

Felix: Dunno. I’ll probably just listen to music. Just give me a shove if you have questions.

Felix pulls a pair of earbuds out his coat pocket.

Yasmin: What? Aren’t you gonna do any work?

Felix: Don’t feel like it.

Yasmin: But I thought this stuff had to “be done yesterday”. It’d be faster if we both worked on it.

Felix: Maybe. But I’m the one paying you so you don’t get to boss me around like that.

Yasmin: I wasn’t trying to–

Felix: Don’t care.

Felix puts his earbuds in and lies down on the couch. Yasmin is flabbergasted but doesn’t argue. Instead, she just sighs and opens the laptop on the desk in front of her.

When she opens the laptop, she notices a sticky note attached to the screen. She reads it and realizes that it’s the username and password for the laptop.

Yasmin: You shouldn’t leave passwords out in the open like this.

Felix turns to look at Yasmin and takes one of the earbuds out.

Felix: Huh?

Yasmin shakes her head in frustration.

Yasmin: Nevermind.

Yasmin takes the sticky note off of the screen and crumples it in her hand.

Scene 4

INT. Yasmin’s room - Night

Yasmin is lying on her new bed, talking on the phone. She seems distraught.

Yasmin: No, I’m not exaggerating. He’s a fucking nightmare. He basically wants me to do all of his work for him because he’s too lazy to do even a little bit of it himself.

Yasmin pauses. She looks around the room, obviously still taking everything in.

Yasmin: No, he literally would not do any work. He just listened to music all day. I think he even fell asleep a couple times.

She pauses again, listening more closely to her phone this time.

Yasmin: I guess you’re right. Yeah, it could have just been a bad day. But you should have seen the way his other staff were acting.

INT. Givenchy Residence hallway - Night

Cut to Valerie walking down the hallway towards Yasmin’s room. We can hear Yasmin’s voice through the door as she continues to talk on the phone. Valerie goes to knock on the door but stops when she catches onto what Valerie is talking about.

Yasmin: Yeah, I don’t know, Bria. I don’t think I can do this. I get why the last assistant left so suddenly. This is too much to deal with.

Valerie appears to be saddened by what Yasmin is saying. She drops her fist and looks down at the floor thoughtfully.

Yasmin: I know, I know. It’s only been one day. I guess I could sleep on it…

Valerie suddenly straightens her posture and has a determined look on her face. She raises her fist again, prepared to knock on the door.

INT. Yasmin’s room - Night

We cut back to Yasmin lying on her bed.

Yasmin: Yeah… It’s just that–

There is a knock at the door and Yasmin stops talking mid sentence. She glances at the door.

Yasmin: Uh… I’ll have to call you back. Yeah, sorry. Talk to you later.

Yasmin hangs up the phone and sits up on her bed.

Yasmin: Uh, yes! Come in!

The door opens and Valerie steps into the room.

Yasmin: Hi Valerie.

Valerie: Hello. I just came to see if you’ve settled in.

Yasmin: Oh yes, the room is very comfortable. Thank you.

Valerie: Good.

Valerie glances out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone is around. She sighs.

Valerie: Can I talk to you for a moment?

Yasmin: Um… yeah. Of course.

Valerie turns and closes the bedroom door. She then walks over to the bed and her demeanor completely changes. She suddenly seems panicked.

Valerie: Please don’t quit. I’m begging you.

Yasmin takes a moment to process what Valerie said before responding.

Yasmin: What?

Valerie: Forgive me, but I overheard your phone conversation. Please just give it a week, I’m sure you’ll get used to it.

Valerie sighs again.

Valerie: Look, I know that Mr. Givenchy can be a difficult person but you seem like the type of woman who can handle it. Please. We went five days without an assistant before you were hired and nothing got done. That’s an entire business week of no work! His father is going to take the business away from him if this keeps up.

Yasmin closes her eyes for a moment, taking everything in.

Yasmin: Wait. His father?

Valerie: Yes! His father owns a few businesses and he gave him ownership of one of the smaller companies to see if he could handle managing it. He’s supposed to inherit everything from his father one day.

Yasmin: Oh. I… didn’t know that.

Valerie: I’m not asking you to feel sorry for him. It’s just that if his father takes away the company then we’ll all be out of a job.

Yasmin: Oh…

Valerie: You understand why I’m desperate, right?

Yasmin sighs and thinks hard for a few seconds.

Yasmin: Yeah…

Valerie looks at Yasmin with eyes full of hope.

Yasmin: Okay, fine. I’ll stay for a few more days and see how it goes.

Valerie happily pulls Yasmin into a hug.

Valerie: Thank you so much!

Valerie seems to suddenly realize what she is doing. She quickly lets go of Yasmin.

Valerie: Sorry. That was very unprofessional.

Valerie stands up and straightens out her clothes.

Valerie: I’ll wake you up for breakfast tomorrow morning. Try to get some sleep.

Valerie quickly leaves the room, politely closing the door behind her. Yasmin is left alone, stunned by everything that just happened.

Scene 5

INT. Givenchy Residence outside hallway - Night

Valerie exits the penthouse and steps out into the hallway. She locks the door behind her and sighs. She seems stressed out.

There is a quick buzzing sound and Valerie quickly takes her phone out of her dress pocket. She turns it on and we see a close up of the screen. There is a notification from a security camera app that says “Motion Detected”.

Valerie taps on the notification and waits for the app to load. When it does, we see a live feed of the front of the apartment building. On the video, we can see Felix walking out of the front doors.

Felix is wearing a much flashier outfit than before, a shiny, holo fabric dress. He gets into a fancy sports car that is waiting for him. As soon as he closes the door, the car drives away.

Valerie lets out a sad sigh and locks her phone. She puts her phone back into her pocket and walks towards the other end of the hallway.

Scene 6

INT. Yasmin’s bedroom - Night

The door to Yasmin’s bedroom opens, waking her up. It’s dark in the room and Yasmin has to wait a minute for eyes to adjust.

Yasmin: Who’s–

Felix: It’s me.

Yasmin: Felix? What are you doing? It’s so late.

Felix closes the door behind him and approaches the bed. He is wearing the same outfit he was wearing during lunch. Yasmin sits up and looks at him.

Yasmin: Why are you still dressed?

Felix: I wanted to see you.

Yasmin: You wanted to see me?

Felix climbs onto the bed. To Yasmin’s surprise, he straddles her legs.

Felix: Didn't you want to see me too?

Yasmin: I… um…

Felix: I know you’ve been thinking about me.

Yasmin: How…

Felix: I know a lot more than you think, Yasmin.

Felix leans forward as if he is about to kiss Yasmin.

Scene 7

INT. Yasmin’s bedroom - Morning

Yasmin awakes to a knocking at her door. She jolts awake from her strange dream, looking very confused about it.

The knocking happens again and Yasmin looks over at the door.

Yasmin: Yes?

Valerie (through the door): Good morning, Miss Post! Breakfast is ready!

Yasmin sits up in her bed and sleepily rubs her eyes.

Yasmin: Thank you, Valerie! I’ll be down soon.

Valerie (through the door): Great! Oh! And would you mind waking up Mr. Givenchy? He hasn’t come out of his room yet.

Yasmin’s eyes widen at the request. She quickly shakes off the fear and collects herself.

Yasmin: I’d be happy too.

Valerie: Thank you so much, Yasmin! Breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs.

Yasmin throws the covers off of herself and gets out of bed.

We cut to a shot of Yasmin’s back as she rolls her tank top over her head. We then see the tank top land on the carpeted floor.

We cut back to Yasmin. She looks at herself in the mirror as she hooks up her bra behind her back. She then picks up a hairbrush from one of the side tables and starts methodically brushing out her long hair.

We cut to a side shot of Yasmin’s hips as she finishes pulling up her trousers. She buttons them up with practiced ease.

We cut to Yasmin pulling her blazer over her shoulders and straightening it out. She looks at herself over one more time in the mirror for any imperfections.

After getting dressed, Yasmin stares at herself in the mirror. She has a determined look on her face.

Yasmin: I’m not a quitter. I can do this.

Yasmin straightens out the collar on her blazer and checks her hair, moving a strand that fell out of place. She closes her eyes, taking a moment for herself, before leaving the room.

Scene 8

INT. Givenchy Residence hallway - Morning

Yasmin stands outside of Felix’s bedroom. She takes a deep breath in and knocks on the door.

Yasmin: Mr. Given– I mean, Felix! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!

There is no response. Yasmin frowns in confusion and knocks on the door again, harder this time. To her surprise, the door drifts open when she knocks. She pauses for a moment, conflicted, but then gently pushes the door further open.

Felix’s bedroom is dimly lit by the sunlight shining through the curtains on the singular window, which stretches from the ceiling to the floor.

The room is larger than Yasmin’s. It has a king-size bed with silk sheets and covers and has a small frame overtop. See-through curtains hang from the frame. The room also contains a fireplace, various couches and chairs, and a desk with a laptop.

The light switch is a dial instead of an actual switch. Yasmin doesn’t seem to think much of this, slowly pulling the dial upwards. The lights quickly brighten.

There is movement in the bed and we hear Felix groan.

Felix: Ugh, it’s too early.

Yasmin: It’s nearly 10 AM.

Yasmin glances around the room, her eyes focusing on the walls. She notices that there are a lot of posters of women wearing next to nothing, in compromising positions.

Felix: Like I said, too early.

Yasmin is still staring at the posters.

Yasmin: Breakfast is—

Felix: Is ready. Yeah, I know.

Felix throws the covers off of his body and sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He is wearing an oversized t-shirt that goes about halfway down his thighs. He notices that Yasmin is staring at the posters.

Felix: What are you looking at?

Yasmin: You… like this kind of stuff?

Felix chuckles and ruffles his hair.

Felix: Are you asking me if I like girls?

Yasmin seems to suddenly come to her senses. She looks at Felix in shock at what she just said to him.

Yasmin: No– I– I meant—

Felix: I’m bisexual. I like both.

Yasmin just stares at Felix, speechless.

Felix: You know, you’re the first assistant I’ve had who didn’t immediately ask why I dress the way I do.

Yasmin hesitates for a moment before responding. In the meantime, Felix stands up and looks in the mirror. He lazily fixes his hair with his hands.

Yasmin: It doesn’t matter to me what kind of clothes you wear.

Felix smirks and turns to look at Yasmin. He speaks in a teasing tone.

Felix: You sure?

Yasmin doesn’t respond, confused as to what he means. Felix rolls his eyes and pulls on the end of his t-shirt.

Felix: So what about you?

Yasmin: Huh?

Felix: Do you like girls or boys? Or maybe something in between…?

Yasmin: Uh…

Yasmin’s eyes dart back and forth as she thinks of an answer.

Yasmin: I’ve never really thought about that.

Felix gives her a confused look.

Felix: How old are you?

Yasmin seems taken aback by the question.

Yasmin: Y-you should never ask a woman her age!

Felix giggles.

Yasmin: I–

Felix: Okay, let’s go get breakfast.

Felix walks out of the room, nonchalantly passing Yasmin without a word. Yasmin seems annoyed but she swallows it down and follows Felix out of the room.

Scene 9

INT. Givenchy Residence Kitchen - Morning

Yasmin, Felix, and Gwen are sitting at the kitchen table. None of them are speaking to each other and the tone is awkward.

Kirk walks over to the table, carrying two dishes full of various breakfast foods. He places one in front of Felix and one in front of Yasmin.

Kirk: I hope today’s meal is more to your liking, sir.

Felix glares at him and picks up his fork.

Felix: We’ll see…

Kirk forces a smile and returns to the kitchen. Felix immediately starts eating but Yasmin politely waits for Gwen’s meal to be served. Eventually Kirk returns to the table with two more plates.

Kirk: Where is Valerie?

Gwen: She’ll be here in a moment. She’s just taking care of something first.

Yasmin: Will you be joining us, Kirk?

Kirk: No. I always eat before work. It helps me focus.

Yasmin: Ah, that makes sense.

Valerie suddenly comes rushing into the kitchen. Everyone looks over at her, except for Felix.

Valerie: My apologies for being late. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.

Yasmin: No, it wasn’t long at all.

Valerie: Good!

Valerie sits down next to Gwen.

Valerie: Bon Appetit!

Yasmin, Gwen, and Valerie all start eating their meals. There is a long silence before Valerie speaks again.

Valerie: You slept in again, Mr. Givenchy.

Felix: Yeah.

Valerie: Did you sneak out again?

Felix: No.

Valerie sighs.

Valerie: You don’t have to lie. I got the notification from the security camera.

Felix: Okay. I snuck out. So?

Valerie: If your father hears about this—

Felix: Then I’ll deal with him.

Valerie stops mid-sentence. She appears to be frustrated.

Felix: It doesn’t bother him as much as you think it does.

Valerie: You don’t know tha—

Felix: And neither do you. He’s my father and I know him much better than you do.

Yasmin: I’m sorry, what’s going on?

Valerie hesitates for a moment before answering.

Valerie: Mr. Givenchy has formed a bad habit of sneaking out at night to go to a nightclub.

Felix: It’s not just “a nightclub”, it’s a VIP invite-only club.

Valerie: Yes. Pardon my generalization.

Felix: It’s this whole underground scene! It’s so cool. You should come see it some time.

Valerie: You don’t have to do that.

Felix: Hey!

Valerie: I’m sorry, sir, but it’s very unprofessional to force your hobbies upon your assistant.

Felix: I was just offering.

Yasmin: It’s alright, Valerie. I can say no when I need to.

Valerie: Good, good.

Felix stopped talking. He stares at Yasmin for a few seconds before going back to eating. This makes Yasmin nervous. She glances around the table but it seems that no one else noticed.

Scene 10

INT. Givenchy Residence office - Day

Yasmin is sitting at her desk, typing on the computer. Felix is lying down on the couch again.

Felix: Don’t listen to Valerie. The club I go to is an amazing place. I mean, you should see the shows they put on.

Yasmin responds half-heartedly.

Yasmin: I’m sure they’re great.

Felix (sarcastically): Well don’t sound so enthusiastic.

Yasmin: Sorry. I’m busy trying to do your work.

Felix: Why don’t you come with me tomorrow night? You can get in if you’re with me.

Yasmin stops typing and gives Felix an annoyed look.

Yasmin: I don’t think we have time to be going to clubs. You’re already a week behind on your work.

Felix: Ugh! Who cares about work? It’s so fucking boring.

Yasmin: You should care. It’s your father’s company.

Felix: Oh. So Valerie told you about the situation.

Yasmin: Yes, she did. And I think you should be trying a little harder. It’s not just your livelihood on the line, you know.

Felix: You just believe anything anyone tells you, huh?

Yasmin: Well I’m more inclined to believe Valerie than you.

Felix frowns, clearly upset.

Felix: How dare you talk to me like that. I’m still your boss, no matter what Valerie says.

Yasmin: Then why don’t you start acting a bit more professional? So far it just feels like I’m your babysitter.

Felix sits up and turns to face Yasmin.

Felix: You want me to act more like your boss? Okay, fine.

Felix stands up and walks over to Yasmin’s desk. He leans one hand on the back of her chair and looks at the laptop screen over her shoulder. After reading it for a moment, he points at the top of the screen.

Felix: You made a mistake here. And make sure to capitalize the first word on every row. It makes it much more readable.

Yasmin: If I do that I’ll have to adjust over a thousand rows.

Felix: So? Do it anyway.

Yasmin: And why should I?

Felix leans further down, next to Yasmin’s ear.

Felix (whispering): Because I said so.

Yasmin freezes up, eyes wide with shock. Felix seems slightly surprised by her reaction but maintains his composure. He doesn’t make another move, waiting for Yasmin to do something instead.

After collecting herself, Yasmin scoffs.

Yasmin: What do you think you’re doing?

Despite acting offended, Yasmin doesn’t make any attempt to move away from Felix. Felix carefully examines her face.

Felix: Are you blushing?

Yasmin: What? No! Get away from me!

When Felix doesn’t move, Yasmin gets out of the chair.

Yasmin: Is this really how you treat your employees? It’s very unprofessional.

Felix squints thoughtfully.

Felix: Come here.

Yasmin: You’re out of your mind!

Felix: Come here.

Yasmin scoffs again.

Yasmin: This is ridiculous! You know, I told Valerie that I’d stay for a few more days, but I don’t think I can do this. You’re way far out of line.

Felix: Yasmin.

Yasmin: I’m quitting! This is a terrible work environment.

Felix: Yasmin…

Felix takes a step closer to Yasmin but she doesn’t seem to notice.

Yasmin: No wonder you can’t keep assistants around for more than a couple weeks. This place is a circus.

Felix: You’re not listening, Yasmin. I said, come here.

Felix suddenly grabs Yasmin by the neck. He grabs her waist with his other hand and turns her around so her back is facing the wall. He pushes her up against the wall, holding her in place by the neck.

Felix: You’re a poor excuse for an assistant if you can’t even handle a day and a half of work.

Yasmin is rendered speechless but her demeanor has changed. She is no longer angry, just a bit dazed.

Felix: What?

Felix leans in closer, talking into Yasmin’s ear.

Felix: Now you have nothing to say?

Yasmin whimpers and Felix pulls back again. He looks her in the eyes, not blinking.

Felix: I knew it. You’re enjoying this.

Felix cocks his head, waiting for a response. When Yasmin remains silent, Felix smirks.

Felix: Go on, defend yourself. Or… am I right?

Yasmin just swallows nervously.

Felix: You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Why don’t you just admit it?

Felix tightens his grip on Yasmin’s neck and her breathing becomes heavier. Her eyes follow Felix’s gaze as he looks her up and down.

After a moment of contemplation, Felix takes his hand off of Yasmin’s hip and places it on her shoulder. He gently pushes down on her and Yasmin slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor. Felix remains standing, letting go of Yasmin’s neck in favor of lightly holding her jaw. He doesn’t have to move her though, she is already looking up at him. Felix giggles.

Felix: You’re pretty cute.

Felix bends forward, his face just inches away from Yasmin’s.

Felix: So, what do you say? Can you admit that you like me pushing you around like this?

Yasmin hesitates, but then nods. Felix smiles sweetly at her, pleased. Despite her stubbornness, Yasmin subtly smiles back. She seems to have completely forgotten her anger.

Felix lets go of Yasmin’s jaw and stands up straight again.

Felix: I think you should reconsider my invitation. I really would love to show you around the club.

Felix turns around and heads for the door.

Felix: Just make sure you finish up the work before tomorrow night.

Yasmin: What?!

Felix giggles and opens the door.

Felix: I have to go do… literally anything else. Bye!

Felix rushes out of the room before Yasmin can argue.

Yasmin: Ugh!

Yasmin rubs her forehead in frustration. She sighs and she stares at the floor, thinking hard about something.

Scene 11

INT. Yasmin’s room - Night

Yasmin is pacing around her bedroom, talking on the phone. She’s wearing her pajamas.

Yasmin: You were right, Bria. I think I can do this.

Yasmin pauses to listen, staring out the window at the city lights below.

Yasmin: No, he’s still awful to work with. But maybe a challenge like this is what I need. I mean, the reason I left my last job was because I was bored. It was so monotonous. Just the same thing every day.

She pauses again.

Yasmin: No, nothing happened! Why would you think that?

She nervously runs a hand through her hair as she listens to Bria talk.

Yasmin: I was just in a bad mood yesterday. That’s all.

Yasmin bites her finger and her eyes dart back and forth. She seems a bit freaked out.

Yasmin: Maybe it’s just from moving to a new place. It’s probably giving me mood swings.

After listening to Bria talk again, Yasmin relaxes and giggles.

Yasmin: Yeah, I’m all out of sorts. I’ll have to come visit you whenever I get a day off. Maybe it’ll clear my head.

Yasmin giggles again.

Yasmin: Okay. Well, I’ll let you go so you can go to bed. Okay, talk to you soon! Goodnight!

Yasmin hangs up and sets her phone down on the dresser. She walks over to her bed and sits down on the side of it. She has a thoughtful look on her face, as if she is trying to figure something out.

Eventually she gives up on her thought process and reaches to turn the light off.

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