Bernadette clicks the print icon, and then proceeds to shut down her work station. Before she stands up, she swings an arm back, retrieves the freshly printed piece of paper, and adds it into an already overstuffed folder on her desk. Then grabbing her keys and phone, she pushes away from her office chair.
No doubt a proper bitch when the camera is off. No one is that perfect. Certainly not… (Pauses) Still, for research purposes, I suppose.
Titled ’Malibu: Super Model, Super Hero – And Now Super Selling Author!’, the article includes a color photo that identifies Sophia Crenshaw by name.
With a click of a mouse, Bernadette closes the electronic file. But an open browser page, previously hidden behind the file, re-captures her attention.
Bernadette joyfully lays the phone down, and returns to her work. But once her focus is back on the monitor, her shoulders resume their slump. Finally, she releases a huge sigh and pushes the keyboard away.
Greggie, dear brother! How may I assist you this fine evening? (Pauses) A marathon, huh? Original or prequels? (Pauses) No, but I can get there in an hour or two. (Pauses) Just start without me. And please remind Adam that his Wookie growl is atrocious, and will get him removed from the premises. (Pauses) Brilliant.
From the corner of her desk, Bernadette’s cell phone vibrates. She reaches for it immediately, glances at the caller ID, then answers.
With just a small desk lamp and her computer screen illuminating the room, Bernadette hunches over her desk – proof reading the technical proposal displayed on the monitor.
