Foreigners

In a third world country, the economy is struggling. Foreigners are made the scapegoat, taking jobs and profiting at the expense of the locals. Gangs start roaming the streets, smashing up businesses and attacking the owners. Troy Hatton has a tailoring business and in the same arcade, Siobhan Murrin manufactures and sells jewellery.

Troy is getting nervous as he looks down the arcade passageway. He hears shouting in the street and sees youths moving past in a menacing group. He looks back the other way and neighbouring business woman Siobhan has also come out to see what the fuss is.
Troy: I don't think its safe here. I was hoping things would settle down but they're not. Perhaps we should close our businesses and get out of town.
Siobhan: Let's secure the frontages to stop looters and go out the back way.
Troy: My van is there but if we are seen, a mob could surround us. I'll get my worker to drive us while we hide in the back under a blanket.

They close up the shops and run to the van in the quiet alleyway. They are driven through the streets, hearing shouting. The van is stopped but when they see a local driving it, they let them pass. Troy and Siobhan huddle together under the blanket in the back of the van, with boxes acting as additional cover.

They get out of town and go to a wooden hut Troy owns. On arrival Troy and Siobhan get out.
Troy speaks to his worker: Go back to your home and keep the van for now. If the situation dictates we cannot return, all I have is yours.
Worker: Thank you, Mr Hatton.

Troy and Siobhan enter the chalet. It has some basic, non perishable food supplies and wood for a fire but no electricity.

Troy: I'm not sure if we are safe here. Few know about the chalet, but if the authorities come around checking, they might arrest us, or worse. People have a habit of disappearing suspiciously in this country.

Siobhan: We can wait out the worst of it here.
Troy: I can't believe it all happened so fast. One day I'm fitting a suit for a wedding, the next I'm hiding in the cabin in the woods.

They have a meal and look at the sleeping arrangements. The higher altitude means the evening air is cold. There is a double bed and that's it. A top and bottom sheet and a feather down cover is all there is.
Troy: I always come on my own so don't cater for visitors.
Siobhan in her casual Irish brogue: Oh, don't worry about that. We can share the space. We have to keep warm. They sleep in the bed together but with clothes on, their mutual warmth sending them to sleep.

Next morning there is no noise, just the sound of birds.
Siobhan: Do you think things will calm down? My jewelry supplies are still in my shop. All my gold, my silver, the stones... they are worth everything I have. If those gangs get a hold of them, it's a lifetime of work gone.
Troy: I don't know but our safety is paramount. He thinks for a moment. We are well away from the main towns. There is a small village nearby where I buy provisions when I'm up here. The locals like me, but will they still do so? I can't risk it. We have enough food for a week, even if we eat well.
Siobhan: We can't just sit here like prisoners, Troy. We need to know what's happening. Is there a radio in this place or anything that can give us news?
Troy sighs: No, I don't need one here normally. Patience Siobhan is our best option. We need to keep an eye on the road. I've got a backpack I use for walking when I stay here. I'll put some food and water in it and keep it by the back door if we have to evacuate suddenly.
Siobhan looks at him reassured: You're a good man, Troy. Resourceful. Most people would have just panicked and run without thinking of anyone else. I just hope we didn't leave our lives behind for nothing.

Late on day three, they here a vehicle approach which is rare in this poor area, where vehicles are too expensive for locals. Troy and Siobhan leap to their feet and peek out the window.
Siobhan: It's a military jeep Troy.
They both slip out the back door and into the woods behind the cabin and watch from a a safe distance. They hear knocking and shouting and two soldiers with guns come around the back of the cabin and enter through the unlocked rear door.
Troy whispers to Siobhan: That's not a social visit. Let's get out of here.
They run further up the hill and down the valley on the other side. They catch their breath by a creek running along the valley floor.

Siobhan: Why are they here? Who told them?
Troy: I don't know. I've kept this place pretty much a secret. Maybe they're searching the hills for people who fled or they forced a confession from my worker. His driving around in my van may have raised suspicion.

Troy looks around for a dry place: It's almost dark so we need to camp here for the night. We don't have protection so the trees here will have to do. I don't know if we will get any sleep. Mind cuddling up again?
Siobhan gives him a small, weary smile and leans into him: I think we both need it.

After a fitful night of dosing and with stiff bodies, they rise early.

Troy: I think we are going to have to get out of this country. The seashore is a day away but that won't help without a boat, unless we steal one. Or we can head further up the hills and into the neighbouring country, Marecia. That will take about three days if we stay under the treeline.
Siobhan: If we go to the coast, there are smuggling rings. They take anyone who can pay, but we have nothing. Unless...she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, exquisitely carved emerald ring she'd managed to save from the shop...This is the only thing I managed to keep. It's worth enough to get us both on a boat.
Troy: I really aren't sure what to do. The seashore route is quick but there are more villages and shepherds that way. The hills from here are unpopulated.
Siobhan looks at the ring then back at him: Let's risk the coast. I can't stand the thought of wandering in the wilderness for days with nothing but a backpack and a prayer. We trust the emerald? Troy nods in agreement.

They head down toward the sea, watching out for shepherds and circumventing any dwellings. People seem to have gone into the towns to join the protests or gone out of curiosity. Troy and Siobhan make it in a day and reach the coast. There are no sign of smugglers but they see a small boat tied to a jetty.

Troy: Do you think we can row that thing to Marucia without being apprehended or swamped by a freak wave? It's not looking too seaworthy either.

Siobhan: It's our only shot. 

They approach the boat carefully and there is no one around. The water is calm and just a gentle sea breeze. They untie the small boat and start to row. At first coordination is a problem, with constant corrections required and progress is too slow.

Troy: We need to get a rhythm going. Slow and steady and build up nicely.
Siobhan: Just row the boat Troy, and stop the instructions.

Troy: I'm trying to get maximum speed for minimum effort. This is going to test our limits of endurance, not to mention we need to get to safety asap.
Siobhan slightly out of breath already but grinning: You're such a perfectionist.

They row for a few hours but the wind starts to pick up, the water gets choppy and they are strugging to make headway. They wonder if they will make it when a boat approaches from behind. Where is it from and are they friendly or hostile? The boat pulls alongside. It is a chartered boat with fleeing foreigners on board. Troy and Siobhan look at each other with relief but also with exhausted faces.
The boat owner: I don't run a charity. You can go on as you are or for a fee, come on board.
Troy: What sort of payment will you accept?
The boat owner: Gold, jewels, hard currency.
Siobhan pulls out the emerald ring: Will this do?
The boat owner looks at the ring. His eyes widen. He nods: Get on board. Now.

Troy and Siobhan step over and are greeted by a dozen people who look traumatized and in some cases sporting injuries from mob violence. As the boat heads toward Marecia, Troy and Siobhan sit side by side, finally letting the tension leave their shoulders. They've survived, but they've lost everything else.
Siobhan leans her head on Troy's shoulder: At least we made it.
Troy: I could murder a beer.

They arrive at Marecia and stand on a boat ramp with the other travellers. Aid workers meet them and escort them to temporary shelter in a school gymnasium. 

Siobhan: We got out with our lives. 

Troy: We still have our skills so we can start up elsewhere. Maybe Marecia needs a tailor and bespoke jewellery.

Siobhan smiles and a sense of optimism returns. Your such a positive person Troy. 

To The Manor Born

Emma's family are poor and hungry. Emma's father, Thomas brings his oldest daughter Emma, 16 years old and asks estate owner William to take her. One less mouth to feed, he reluctantly concedes.

Thomas outside William's estate: Beggin' yer pardon, m'lord, but...we've got no choice. He pushes shy Emma forward slightly, her dress hanging loose on her lean frame. She's strong, she is. Works harder'n any boy twice her size. Her name be Emma.

William looks at Emma's bedraggled appearance, her head lowered. He wonders if she could indeed be useful but also feels pity without showing it. Thomas prods Emma and tells her to speak up.
Emma: I-I can tend gardens, m’lord. Or...or stitch, if you've need. Her voice barely above a whisper as she stares at the ground, fingers twisting in her frayed apron. Don't eat much neither.

William: Very well. I could do with someone to help with domestic chores. Not really true but he feels for the family's plight.
Thomas: Thank ye, m'lord! God bless ye. He bows repeatedly, already backing away. She won't disappoint, I swear it! He hurries off before William has time to change his mind.

Emma stands frozen, looking back and watching her father retreat down the lane. The reality of being left behind settles over her like a sudden chill. She wraps her arms around herself.
William: Come on then Emma. Let's be getting you settled and useful.
Emma nods silently, following a few paces behind William as they approach the grand house and then enter.
William: Here is a room for you to sleep. There is a mattress of sorts on the floor and small cupboard to put your things. Spend a few minutes getting sorted then come down the hall and through that door. I'll introduce you to your mistress who will take you under her wing.

Emma enters the small room, looks around it, a little overwhelmed. She has never slept in a room of her own before. She has nothing to put in the cupboard except the clothes on her back and her hairbrush. Emma soon comes into the kitchen where Agnes Miller has been informed of her new help. Agnes is pleased to have an extra pair of hands.
William: Emma, this is Agnes your mistress. You will obey her implicitly. She is hard but fair.
Agnes nods approvingly at Emma. Good strong arms on this one. You'll do nicely.
Emma bobs a quick curtsey: Thank you. I'll work hard ma'am.

Time passes and Emma settles in nicely. Agnes is a bit hard on her at times William feels but as it's not excessive, he doesn't interfere. One day he comes into the kitchen and sits on a chair by the wall. Emma is scrubbing bench tops and Agnes is cooking something on the stove. Agnes looks across and sees a sad and lonely man, never fully recovered from the loss of his beloved young wife Alice.
Agnes mutters to Emma: Poor man. Still grieves for his Alice. What he needs is a new wife.
Emma glances quickly at William. He seems so sad sometimes, she thinks with empathy
William: What are you two muttering about?
Agnes laughs: Oh, just women's talk. If I may be impertinent, you need a wife m'lord.
William: Really? Well Lord Brayshaw who owns the Elmwood Estate has invited me to dinner tomorrow night. I know what he's up to. He has a daughter, Beatrice who's not yet found a suitor and he wants me to take her off his hands. I'm not silly. She is pretty but with a meddlesome character and is spoiled rotten. 
Agnes: Well...Beatrice is a lovely woman and she would be able to provide you with an heir.
William: Yes, yes, I'm well aware of that. Anyway, I won't be requiring dinner that night. You two, along with Alfred (the gardener) and David (in the stables), can eat when you want. I hope Alfred and David are keeping their hands to themselves Emma.
Emma: Oh yes m’lord. They are very respectful.
Agnes: Yes, they are good men. In my case more the pity. She laughs.
William: It's time you found someone, Agnes. No fine men in the village caught your eye? You're not getting any younger.
Agnes: Oh, there are a couple of nice widowers, but they're too slow to ask me out.
William: You probably scare them off. He winks and heads back to the living room. He calls for tea and Emma brings some in.
Emma: Here you are m’lord. She places the tray down on the table.
William: Thank you Emma. You've been here two years now. How is your family?
Emma: They are well m’lord. They often ask after you.
William: It's good you keep in touch. Are they coping financially?
Emma: Not really m’lord. Father broke his leg and can't work as hard as he used to.
William: I didn't know about this. Was this recently?
Emma: About three months ago m’lord.
William: You should have told me. I'll visit them and I'd like you to accompany me Emma. I'll tell Agnes.
Emma: Oh thank you m’lord!

David gets the horse and carriage ready and will drive William and Emma to Emma's family home. William gets Agnes to get together some basic provisions to help the family out. Emma has never ridden in a carriage before and is a little overwhelmed. She dresses up nicely in something she bought from her modest income William pays her. She walks out to the carriage, excited, nervous and self conscious.
William: You look lovely Emma
Emma blushing: Thank you m’lord.

They arrive unannounced at a small house and farmlet just out of town. Thomas comes out of the house with a walking stick: M’lord! What a surprise! Emma! How nice to see you.
Emma: Father! She runs up and hugs him.
William: I just heard about your accident. No doubt your sons are growing and helping financially. Still, I wanted to give you a few provisions to help out.

David carries a bag of flour in and then returns for some meat and treats for the children.
Thomas: M’lord, this is so kind. Thank you.
Thomas's wife Matilda: Come in m’lord. Would you like tea?
William: Thank you but I'm going out tonight so cannot stay long. I just wanted to help you through this trying time.

William and Emma head back to the manor. William dresses in his finest and gets ready to visit the Elmwood Estate. Emma is tidying up the lounge when William happens to walk in. Emma looks at him and cannot hide her favourable impression.
William: Do I look suitably dressed to impress Beatrice?
Emma: Oh yes m’lord. You look very handsome.
William: Thank you. Not as handsome as you looked when you dressed up today.
Emma blushing: M’lord is too kind.

The evening goes uneventfully. Beatrice simply doesn't ignite a spark in William. He feels frustrated that he finds Emma so much more to his liking but the difference in status will keep them apart. Instead he feels obliged to marry into a wealthy family with breeding, as they call it. 

He gets back to the manor, takes off his refiner and sits in the lounge alone, nursing a strong drink and staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace. 

Emma, unaware that he’s home slips into the lounge to stoke the fire before it dies out.

Emma gasps: Oh m’lord! You're home! How was your evening?
William: It went as expected. Full of politeness and tactful hints.
Emma nods understandingly: And...did you get on with Lady Beatrice?
William: There are good reasons for us to marry.
Emma: Oh I...I suppose that's true. She stokes the fire with unnecessary vigor.
William: Emma, I have a dilemma. There is someone else I'm falling for but she isn't of the right social status.
Emma freezes, cheeks flushing: Oh? Who...who is this woman?
William: Do you need to ask? William walks over to Emma and gently touches her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. You've grown into such a remarkable woman.
Emma eyes wide: Me? But...but I'm just..
William: Ideal. I know. The problem is I could never marry you.

Emma looks down at her hands: Only...only that I wish things were different.
William: I hate this system that denies people what they want and instead they have to take what is socially acceptable. I want us to be together as husband and wife but.. .I would be shunned by other lords and nobles. It could end up being the ruin of me.
Emma: I understand, her voice barely a whisper. I won't ask for what can't be.
William: Please stay a little longer Emma. Have a seat, I need to think.
Emma: Of course m’lord. She stands quietly, watching him with worried eyes.

After a few minutes he speaks: Lord Brayshaw has often said that if I ever sold this property, he would want first refusal. I could sell it to him and then we could move away. We could buy a nice home in London or go to one of the colonies and start life elsewhere. Would you consider being my wife in those circumstances?
Emma eyes widening: You...you would give up all this..for me?
William: For us, yes.
Emma tears welling up: Then yes. A thousand times, yes. They hug spontaneously and excitedly.
William: I will go to Lord Brayshaw and see what he will offer for the property. Either way, some one will buy it. It's a profiatable estate. Once that is settled, then we can make arrangements. If we did travel overseas, you won't see your family again. You do realise that Emma. Otherwise we can stay in England.
Emma: I...I would miss them terribly. But...but to be with you...
William: We'll do some research and decide carefully. I have connections in London,  so I could find employment there. I would be earning far less but enough to be comfortable. Travelling abroad would have more challenges, but we will see. I won't do anything that will make you unhappy Emma.
Emma: You are too good to me m'lord.
William: In front of the staff, still call me m'lord but in private William from now on.
Emma: Yes...William, testing the unfamiliar name with a shy smile.

Optics

Phil Carter has an important job for an optics firm, specialising in camera/laser optics. He works in sales, with blueprints for customers when deals are finalised. He recently met a beautiful, charming woman called Robin who speaks the Queen's English and is very affectionate. A physical relationship ensues.

Phil and Robin are having breakfast.
Phil: Don't forget I'll be away in London for a few days on a business trip. I'll be home on Friday night.
Robin puts her fork down and leans forward. But that's three whole days without you...how will I survive? Pouts playfully.
Phil: I ask the same thing myself. He leans forward and kisses Robin. How about we go for dinner Saturday night at that new restaurant?
Robin smiles: Only if you promise to tell me all about your trip...every detail. Strokes his arm.
Phil: You know it's confidential but you always want to know, don't you? I know it's because you care.
Robin grins mischievously: Just say the hotel and I will feel more at peace. She kisses Phil seductively.
Phil: I shouldn't but it can't harm. The Buckingham.
Robin: I love the way you trust me Phil. That's important to me.
Phil: I know Robin. He looks at his watch. Is that the time? I'll miss my flight. Phil grabs his car keys and after a passionate kiss, is gone.
Robin's expression goes serious. She picks up the phone.: Yes, he told me. It's going to plan.

The business trip negotiations are going well and the contract is close to being signed. Phil returns to his suite and goes over the details on his laptop when there is a knock at the door. He looks through peep hole and sees Robin.

Phil opens the door: What are you doing here Robin, this is against company policy. Still, you're here now and won't do any harm. Come in.

Robin steps inside and closes the door behind her with a soft click as she presses against Phil. I couldn't wait until Saturday. I miss you too much. Her fingers trace his jawline. And I wanted to...surprise you. She turns and moves Phil's hands over her perfect figure.

Robin then pulls out a bottle of champagne from a bag she brought and pours it into two hotel glasses. They interlock arms and drink. Phil leans back and goes to close his laptop but Robin grabs him and kisses him passionately. They fall onto the bed and they start undressing each other. They go to make love but then nothing.

Phil wakes up, still in a state of partial undress and totally disorientated. He looks around the room. Where is Robin? He gets up and sees his laptop still there but not quite as he left it. He gets a sharp headache and sits back dizzily. He gives it some time and then gets in the shower to wake himself up. He calls Robin by phone but she doesn't answer. 

He then goes to reception and gives a description of Robin but no one has seen her. Then he notices a young man behind the counter looking sheepish. Pressured, he admits a woman matching her description got him to give her Phil’s room number. He was no match for her cunning.

The sales visit ends successfully and Phil returns home, his frequent calls to Robin unanswered. When he gets into the house, he looks around but she isn't there. Some of her personal effects and clothing are also missing. He makes a drink and sits in confusion. Then the doorbell rings. He rushes to open it, hoping for Robin. Instead it is two plain clothed fraud squad personnel, Sally Head and Ben Jones. He invites them in.
Sally: Where were you this week Mr. Carter?
Phil: At a business meeting in London.
Sally: And your girlfriend, Robin Hall?
Phil: She was going to stay back here...but visited me in London.
Ben: Is that standard procedure Mr. Carter?
Phil: No.
Sally: Well, why was she there?
Phil: She wanted to know where I was staying. I told her and she paid a surprise visit as she was missing me. I fell asleep.....after a drink she gave me and then she disappeared.
Sally: We have reason to believe she has stolen blueprints from your company, Mr. Carter. Copies on your laptop were downloaded to a device she had in her possession.
Phil: No! That can't be. The laptop is password protected.
Ben: Did Robin know your password?
Phil: No, but it was turned on when she arrived. I went to turn it off but Robin distracted me...she didn't...?
Sally: We know she did. Do you have any idea where she might be now?
Phil: No.
Sally: Well Mr. Carter, she would be in Moscow by now but for the fact we were tailing her. By the way, her name isn't Robin Hall. It's Irina Popov. She works for a company specialising in obtaining sensitive technology. You were played Mr. Carter.
Phil: Her English was perfect, her background was so plausible.
Ben: Of course.

Phil’s company and he part ways due to his breaking confidentiality rules. He finds a new job delivering pizzas. Irina is found guilty of espionage and imprisoned. 

Phil goes to visit her on a day off. They sit and look at each other and then Phil asks her how she is doing?

Irina replies in an accent with a Russian tone: Better than you Phil. You lost your career and your girlfriend.
Phil: Did you ever care for me?
Irina: Not really. It was just a job. Though you were very trusting.
Phil: You'll be in prison for years. Was it worth it? 
Irina: I regret getting caught, of course.
Phil: You played me so well. I still love you and would have you back in a heartbeat if you were free. What was the hardest part in playing your role?
Irina: Pretending to like you.
Phil looks down, thinking the woman I adored was so good at pretending: What happened to give you a heart of stone?
Irina: You'd never understand, you soft fool.
Phil: Try me.
Irina: I didn't know my parents. My foster parents had no time for kindness. I had to harden up to survive.
Phil: I'm sorry. The picture you gave me of an idyllic childhood in Surrey was so different to reality.
Irina: That's the job. You were easy. Stupid easy.
Phil: I still don't regret meeting you. Even if it was all fake.
Irina: That's why you're weak. Just go.

Phil senses her harsh talk is bravado. What Irina had with me was paradise compared to her upbringing and her life in espionage. Was she pretending to hate him?
Phil: I think you do have feelings for me, but they are pointless because you will be here for a very long time...unless you have political value and become part of a trade.
Irina: I have no value to anyone. Just leave me alone.
Phil: If that's what you want. Phil stands up to leave but pauses as he notices Irina wiping her eyes. Can I visit again?
Irina: Why?
Phil: I believe you are a good person who didn't get a fair chance. I want to give you something you have perhaps never felt, genuine love.
Irina gets up, a tear in her eye: If you must, you can visit again.

Phil leaves, knowing she is hurting. He decides to move closer to where she is being held so he could visit her more often. He believes Irina deserves to know what love and devotion really are. He keeps visiting and Irina softens. They eventually get married, even while she is incarcerated. Irina is released after five years and Phil meets her at the gate. They hug. 

Phil: Finally you are out. My flat isn't flash but it's all mine, and it's home.
Irina takes Phil’s hand, her fingers trembling slightly: Thank you for seeing something in me. For not giving up on me.
Phil: I never could. You're worth every minute. He kisses her forehead. Let's go home.

Football Coach

Brian Dick owns a lower league soccer team, Overton Rovers. He has ambitions to be a big club but doesn't want to spend too much to get there. Josh Taylor has been employed to achieve that goal on a limited budget. He has a talent scout Pete, conditioner Mike and physio Monica.

Josh comes to an informal, pre season meeting at the club house with the owner Brian.

Brian: So how's the squad looking for the season Josh?
Josh: Considering the budget we operate with, I think Pete has done a good job finding some potential players that seem to be flying under the radar.
Brian: Yeah, yeah but tell me straight. Any of them got what it takes to get us promoted?
Josh: There's this 18-year-old striker from the local academy, Jamie. Raw but with explosive pace. If Mike can work on his stamina and Monica keeps him fit, he could be special. First, we need to develop him properly and see how he handles competitive matches.
Brian: Always with the slow and steady approach.
Josh: Last year, the club finished in the lower half of the table. On top of that, we have now lost striker Mark Shaw to a bigger club. That has the potential to hurt us, but at least you got a good transfer fee. Wry smile.
Brian: In fairness, he wanted to go.
Josh: Fair point. I've got a few training ideas to get the most from the players. As for squad balance, we have youth with some experienced players that we managed to retain to mentor them. Any chance of using some of that transfer money for a proper scout network? Pete can't be everywhere at once.
Brian: You'll get me broke with all these ideas! Let's see how these kids pan out first.
Josh: Just think Brian, developing these youngsters properly means bigger transfer fees later.
Brian: Now that's music to my ears! Alright, I'll find some spare change somewhere. But I want to see results.

Preseason training goes well and hopefully it transfers on to the field. The first two games are against above average sides and Rovers lose both of them, but there was fight in the side. After the second match, Josh goes into the changing room after the game.
Josh: I know you're downhearted but I'm not. I'm liking what I'm seeing. I'm new to the club but looking at last season's results, the defence is proving more resilient. That's something we can build on. So keep it up.
Josh turns to Monica and asks about a couple of knocks two players took.
Monica: They should be fine. Just knocks. The squad is holding up well, considering how much we are asking them to do with high pressing.
Owner, Brian comes in: So what's the plan for the next game Josh?
Josh: We are playing a team battling relegation from last season. Hopefully our first three points, although I have heard they recruited strongly. Still, they've not played well in their first two games, so I'm optimistic.
Brian: Well, let's hope so. I've got investors coming to the game.
Josh smiles: Pressure noted. But we'll be ready.
Brian: Good. Because we need this win.
Josh: Understood. I'll work out a game plan to exploit their weaknesses.
Josh talks to Mike about how our conditioning programme is going and what they need to work on. Monica gets the squad back to full strength with her physio skills.

The third game starts poorly with a soft goal conceded and Rovers struggle to take control. They nick a goal just before half time and the players come in feeling relieved. Monica works on a few sore players while Josh and Pete go around the room, encouraging and tweaking tactics. Josh gives a final motivational speech and out they go. The team quickly takes control and they get their first win 3-1. The players are ecstatic in the sheds and all the staff smile at each other. Brian walks in.
Brian: That's more like it! The investors are happy and so am I. Keep this up and maybe we can talk about upgrading the youth facilities after all.
Josh: That would be brilliant Brian! Nothing gets fans excited like seeing local lads come through. Plus it's great for the finances.
Brian: Yeah yeah, let's not get carried away. One win doesn't make a season. But...good job today.

The season continues and the team starts picking up more wins. They take a hammering against the leading club Roseheath Albion 1-4 but lessons are learned. At the halfway point of the season, Overton Rovers are sixth on the table out of eighteen teams. Playoff matches for promotion is for the top four teams. Rovers have been lucky with injuries but then the in form striker, Jamie gets injured as they go into the second half of the season. After the game, Josh catches up with Monica to see how bad it is.
Monica: Not great Josh. Grade two hamstring tear. Out for maybe six weeks. Could me slightly more or less.
Brian hears the news: Six weeks! That's half the season left! What are we going to do now?
Josh: We got a solid back up in the transfer window, Graham Marsh. Free transfer thanks to Pete's negotiating skills. He isn't young but very experienced. His form will be vital if we are to get into the top four.
Brian: Alright, alright. Let's hope he stays fit. Because Jamie was our top scorer.
Josh: Agreed. But this is what we have Graham for. It's his chance to shine.
Brian: Well, let's see if he does.

The first game without Jamie starts poorly and Marsh gets booked early. Rovers struggle to create chances and go in 0-0 at half time. Monica works on the tired legs while Josh adjusts tactics and encourages the team. The second half starts better and Marsh scores the winner with a header from a corner. The players are thrilled to get the three points. Brian walks in.
Brian: Not pretty but three points. Good job Josh.
Josh: Thanks Brian. Marsh did well considering his lack of match fitness. Hopefully, he builds on this. What got us home was our defence. It's improving as the season progresses. The game was close, but I didn't feel they were going to score.

The season continues and they get into in the top four, finishing third. With Jamie back and Graham now a regular in the squad supporting him, Rovers get to third on the table, despite losing 1-2 to the top club again. Josh gets the support team together to talk about the final games.
Josh: I'd like to say thanks Pete for your excellent scouting. Marsh was an inspired signing and you talked his club into letting him go for nothing to lower their wage bill. Was the club in a bit of a financial trouble?
Pete: Yeah, they were looking to offload players to cut the wage bill.
Josh: And Mike, our conditioning programme has worked wonders. Few injuries and we've managed to play a high pressing game without fatiguing.
Mike: Credit to Monica. She's worked wonders with injuries and recovery.
Monica: Team effort Mike.
Josh: How are we looking for squad availability for the playoffs. There are a few who have been out the past two weeks.
Monica: Should all be available except one defender, who hasn't recovered from his knee injury.
Josh: That's great news. Enjoy the evening. Let's get this club promoted.

Monica asks to see Josh privately.
Monica: I've been to a job interview a few weeks back and I have just been offered a position at a club two divisions higher for next season. I have accepted. I'll actually get a full time position and decent pay.
Josh: Oh, I'm happy for you, but you are going to be missed.
Monica: The thing is that during my interview, we got talking about how they are looking for an assistant manager. I mentioned you and since then the club owner and his assistant have been monitoring your work here. I heard they are impressed. If you get an offer, would you consider it?
Josh: Wow, that's come out of the blue. I'd be an idiot not to at least look at what's on offer.
Monica: I also mentioned our talent scout Pete and maybe he'll be on their radar too.
Josh: You have been busy Monica. If this all comes off, Brian is going to love you, not.
Monica: LOL. He'll lose most of his backroom staff.
Josh: Well, let's see what happens. First things first, get us promoted. That will strengthen all our hands.

The playoffs start and Rovers play the second placed side, Wilmslow FC, who have been struggling for form lately. Rovers beat them 2-0 with two first half goals. The top side Roseneath Albion wins its playoff fixture 3-0 against Plimmerton Utd. and goes through the season with just one loss early on to the side Rovers just beat, Wilmslow. All of the Rovers’ better players are available for the final promotion game against Albion.

Rovers defend stoutly and it's 0-0 at the break. Then Roseheath Albion go ahead early in the second half but Rovers pile on the pressure and get an equaliser in injury time. 

After a scoreless extra time, they go into a penalty shoot out and Albion's fifth effort misses. Rovers win promotion!

The players party loud and hard. Brian comes into the sheds to talk to the players.

Brian: Congratulations lads! You've done the club proud!
Later, Brian pulls Josh aside.
Brian: Josh, we need to talk. I just heard that Monica is leaving and I'm getting whispers that you might have been tapped as well.
Josh: I've heard nothing official. Monica did tell me about a club being interested.
Brian: So, what are your plans?
Josh: Nothing has been decided yet. There hasn't been an offer.
Brian: Well, let me know if there is. I'm prepared to improve your package.
Josh: Appreciated Brian. The club has been great to me and I've enjoyed my time here.
Brian: Glad to hear it.

The next morning, Josh gets a call from the chairman of the club two divisions higher.
Chairman: We've been very impressed with your work Josh. We'd like to meet you personally and present an offer.

Josh goes over for a meeting and the offer is impressive. Josh asks for 48 hours to consider. He then goes to Brian in his office to inform him that a formal offer has been made.
Brian: So, what's the offer?
Josh: Substantial Brian. Almost double my salary.
Brian: Double! Josh, be reasonable. You've been here one season. I can't afford that!
Josh: Brian, I'm just informing you that an offer has been made, and it's substantial.
Brian: Fine. Enjoy your new job. He turns away, disappointed.
Josh: Brian, I haven't accepted.
Brian turns back: What do you want Josh?
Josh: Well, the new club have offered to let me bring Pete with me.
Brian: Pete? He's the best scout in the lower divisions and I've got to keep him!
Josh: I think he's tempted by the idea of full time employment.
Brian: Josh, I need to think. Can I get back to you tomorrow?
Josh: Sure Brian.

Later that evening, Brian calls Josh.
Brian: Josh, I can up your salary by half again. I'll make a similar offer to Pete.
Josh: Thanks. I'll think about it overnight.

Josh calls Monica and tells her how things are progressing. She asks to meet up. She comes to Josh’s apartment that night.
Monica: I know this is unusual but I want to put my cards on the table. I have feelings for you Josh. I'd like to think that maybe we could pursue something in that regard.
Josh: Wow, I didn't know that Monica. I've been so consumed with this season, I didn't really think about it. But yes, when I heard you were going, my heart sank. The problem is the new club almost certainly won't sanction a potential relationship within its backroom staff.
Monica: I've been thinking about that too. If you didn't take the job, you could stay here, and we would be free to go out. That said, I don't want to jeopardise your career.
Josh: I'm almost certainly going to turn the move down. I want to build on what our team has achieved this season.
Monica: That's great news Josh! So do you are happy to start a long distance relationship?
Josh: Yes, I accept. It will present challenges but will give us a chance to get to know each other better.
They embrace and while tempted to do more, they agree to take things slowly and Monica leaves. 

The next morning, Josh goes to Brian's office.
Josh: Brian, I've decided to stay.
Brian: Good news Josh! Hopefully, we can keep Pete too. I've made an offer to him.
Josh: He rang me to see what I was doing. I think he will stay too as he doesn't want to uproot his family and also wants to continue what we have started here.
Brian: Great news all round! Now, let's talk about next season.
Josh: Brian, before we do, I have something else I need to tell you, of a personal nature. Monica and I are going to start dating.
Brian: Monica? But she's leaving!
Josh: I know. It's going to be long distance.
Brian: Well, good luck Josh, he says a tad dismissively. Now, let's talk about next season...

Snobbery

Cindy Roberts comes from a wealthy family. Her parents want her to marry Brad from another wealthy family. Cindy however, likes Andy but he comes from a family of modest means. Her parents influence her attitudes so she looks down on Andy but deep down is conflicted. Andy would love to go out with Cindy but realistically knows that won’t happen. Cindy and Andy were close in high school but less so at college.

Students are leaving the college at the end of a day and Andy and Cindy happen to meet. The conversation starts well...but then. 

Andy: Hi Cindy, We never seem to meet up these days.
Cindy: Oh Andy, I’ve been busy. I don’t have time for so many things.
Andy: Like me?
Cindy: Well, yes. Sorry Andy, but we don’t mix in the same circles anymore.
Andy: Is Brad more your type or is he your parents type, and you don’t have much say in the matter?
Cindy: Andy! That’s not fair and none of your business anyway.
Andy: A very defensive reaction.
Cindy: Well, what do you expect? You don’t know what I have to deal with.
Andy: I know we were close at high school. We even went to dances together. But now I’m nobody. What did I do wrong?
Cindy: You just don’t have what I need, someone who will go places in the business world and be successful in life.
Andy: You seem to be so materialistic now, so different from what you were.
Cindy: People change Andy. Pauses. Look, I'm sorry. Maybe we could go for coffee and at least talk things over in a more civil way?
Andy sighs: I’d like that. I miss you.
Cindy: Don’t get all mushy on me. Tomorrow at 11.

Cindy thinks about what Andy said, how close they were. What happened? She thinks Andy is more her type, a genuinely nice guy. Somehow she got swept up in what her parents thinks she needs. It gets her in a quandary so she wonders how she can get away from her parents expectations and have what she wants.

They arrive at a cafe and sit at a table. Andy wonders if it will go well. At first there is awkward silence.
Andy: I thought we had something to talk about but already we seem stuck for words.
Cindy: I do want to talk. It’s just…I want you to take me somewhere. Anywhere. Just away from all this.
Andy: Away from what? 
Cindy: I just need to get away from all the expectations. My parents' values have turned me into a...snob. I feel embarrassed admitting it, that I'm becoming someone I don't want to be. 
Andy: I didn’t realise you felt like that. Do you feel your parents' expectations for you are weighing you down?
Cindy: Yes, they have this life planned out, and I'm starting to realise it’s not what I want.
Andy: I really feel for you but I don’t have the money to run away somewhere. Besides, I want to finish college. My parents would be upset if I just took off. He thinks about what to say. Is it too difficult to talk to your parents and tell them how you feel?
Cindy: It would really upset them, and we’d end up rowing.
Andy: I want to help, but running away isn’t the solution. One thing I can promise is that I care deeply about you.
Cindy reaches out with her hand: Thank you for saying that. I shouldn’t have treated you so badly.
Andy: It’s okay. Pauses thoughtfully. Anyway, leave it with me.

Andy goes home and confides in his parents about Cindy's situation and her desire to get away from it all.
Mum: Oh Andy, I knew you liked her. But running away?
Andy: At first all I could think about was being with Cindy. But then reality hit and I realised I can’t afford it anyway. I want to finish my schooling and I don’t want to leave you. Cindy says she can’t talk to her parents about how she feels, which is sad. What shall I do?
Mum: Could you talk to her parents?
Andy: They don’t want Cindy to have anything to do with me. I’m not suitable for Cindy.
Dad: Andy, you have been sensible.
Andy: I’ve already decided I’m not going anywhere. I’ll have to make sure Cindy understands that.

Andy texts and they meet at the coffee shop. He tells Cindy it’s not the right thing to do, to run away.
Cindy: You’re right, I just feel overwhelmed.
Andy: What do your parents think of me?
Cindy: They don’t approve. I think they want someone who will be a big earner, like Brad. He’s so shallow but that doesn't seem to matter to them.
Andy: Well, tell them how I handled this issue and they might see me in a different light.
Cindy: Hmmm, I guess you could be right. Pauses in thought. Okay, I’ll talk to them.

Cindy texts Andy the next day. She says her parents want to meet him and that she told them everything and they were impressed how he talked her out of running away. 

Andy arrives nervously at Cindy’s parents home.
Andy: Hi Mr and Mrs Roberts.
Mrs Roberts: Come in Andy. They all get seated in the lounge, including Cindy. There is an awkward silence for what seems like an eternity before it opens up. 

Mr Roberts: Andy, Cindy has told us everything. We owe you an apology for the way we viewed you. Cindy told us how you talked her out of running away and how much you care for her.
Mrs Roberts: We just thought you were not the right person for Cindy. But it seems we were wrong. Cindy’s happiness is everything and we thought we were helping her, not pressuring her into a life she doesn’t want.
Mr Roberts: We didn’t take the time to know Cindy's feelings. We assumed things rather than find out what Cindy was thinking. Pauses. We would like to meet your parents Andy. Can they come over for dinner this Saturday?
Andy: That would be lovely. I’m sure they are free.

Mr Roberts: It's time we got to know your family.  
Cindy takes Andy by the hand: Come Andy, I’ll walk you home.
As they walk she tells him she loves him. They stop and kiss.
Cindy: Andy, I’ve always been fond of you but for a brief period, I became frustrated with you for not being what my parents expected from you.
Andy: Now it’s in the open and your parents know what you want. More importantly, now you know what you want, we can grow in our relationship together.
Cindy: Yes, we can. 

A Secret Admirer

Rod and Marcie have office cubicles next to each other. Rod has never married and doesn't have a girlfriend. Marcie has been married two years to Trevor. Macie teases Rod about his single life, which Rod has mixed feelings about.

They are both busy working away. Marcie grabs a hot drink and comes over to Rod's work station.
Marcie: Hey Rod, how's life treating you today? Still haven't found anyone to share that life with you, huh? She leans against his cubicle wall with a playful smirk. She notices the way his fingers pause just slightly on the keyboard before continuing to type.
Rod not looking up: I appreciate that you care Marcie, but when the right one comes along, you'll be the first to know. I promise.
Marcie raises an eyebrow and sets her coffee down on his desk: Oh come on, Roddy, you say that every time! You've got to put yourself out there more...when was the last time you went on a date? She nudges his shoulder lightly.
Rod finally looks up: Honestly? Probably that blind date you set me up on last year with your ex-college friend. The one who spent the whole dinner talking about her pet hamster and her obsession with Love Island.
Marcie: Okay, fair, that was a bad call, laughing. But seriously, there's a new café around the corner - perfect first date spot. Let me... She pulls out her phone excitedly.
Rod puts a hand over her screen gently: Marcie. I'm good. Really.
Marcie studies his face for a moment before nodding slowly: Alright, alright. But if you change your mind...We still on for lunch at noon?
Rod: Sure. 

As Rod walks to his car after work that day, he sees a card under the window wiper: Hi handsome. He examines the handwriting but it doesn't look familiar. He looks around that would be the guilty party watching. Marcie and two other office girls, Mandy and Sue see what happens and they come across to him.
Mandy: What's that about.
Rod: Oh, nothing.
Sue: Well your face indicates that it wasn't nothing. Rod shows them the card.
Marcie: Ooooo. Someone like you Rod. Although I can't recognise the hand writting.
Rod: Me neither. It's probably a prank.
Mandy: Oh, I don't know about that Rod. She winks.

Rod arrives home and gets dinner on. He sits down after having washed up the dishes and picks the card up for another scrutiny. He hates not knowing what it’s about but then puts it on the dresser and moves on.

A few days later, he arrives home to find a red rose on his front door mat. A small note attached says Not forgotten you. He looks around in a vain hope there is someone near to provide an answer, but of course there is no one.

The next day, Marcie wanders over: Any idea about the card, Rod?
Rod: No, it was probably a prank or the wrong car. He doesn't mention the rose.
Marcie: Nothing happened since then? How strange. It could be as you said.Rod starts thinking about it and it becomes annoying. He later wanders over to Marcie's work station, feeling he needs to get it off his chest.

Rod: Actually, I found a red rose on my doorstep last evening with a similar note attached.
Marcie: Oh wow Rod. That's exciting. So someone has their eye on you. She leans forward with a big grin. Who do you think it is?
Rod: I have no idea and it's bugging me. Would Sue or Mandy have done it. They’re both single and cheeky.
Marcie: I did wonder so I asked them in the cafeteria and they both said they weren’t saying. They are nice though. Do you have a preference?
Rod: No, they’re nice enough but I...maybe I need to get to know them better to have an opinion. 
Marcie: Well, whoever it is, they may show themselves eventually. Not much point otherwise. How would you react if one of them did come clean? Flattered? Annoyed?
Rod: I don't know, actually. I’d admire their style in a way but I'm an open person and I think they should be too. I don't mind if they or another officer worker is a secret admirer but if this goes on, it will get very frustrating. I don’t know girls outside of the office, so someone here is the most likely source.
Marcie: Fair enough. Maybe they will make themselves known soon. Let me know what happens.
Rod: Will do.

Rod gets home and is sitting at home, reading. The cell phone alerts him to a text.
Text: Did you like the rose? Rod stares at the text for a few seconds before responding.
Rod: Yes. Who is this?
Text: Someone who thinks you're handsome.
Rod: Well thanks but I'd like to know who you are.
Text: Soon.

Rod sighs. There is no identity shown and he has most of the the office girl’s numbers and they know that. It seems to have come via a phone with a prepaid SIM card. Rod replies once more asking who they are but no response. 

He says no more texts for two days but then another arrives.
Text: Meet me at The Secret Garden restaurant 6pm tomorrow.
Rod stares at the text, unsure whether to answer. He eventually replies: Only if you tell me who you are.
Text: The Secret Garden, tomorrow.
Rod sighs and knows further communication will be futile.

He gets to work and sits down, looking deep in thought and pensive. Marcie comes over.
Marcie: You look thoughtful Rod. Everything okay?
Rod: Yeah, all good.
Marcie: You're a terrible liar. Anything you want to talk about?
Rod: Not sure. He hesitates before continuing. I've been getting texts from a mystery person.
Marcie: Oh wow. Really? What do they say?
Rod: Just leading me along but....I will find out tonight. It has to be someone I know. I've looked around the office at all the single women but if I'm honest, none of them are setting my heart racing. If it's one of them, I won't know how to rebuff them without offending.
Marcie: Oh, I hope it's someone you've not thought of then.
Rod: Anyway, I'm best to forget it until tonight otherwise I'll be too nervous to go.

The day ends and Rod go to the rendezvous. He arrives on time and the maître d' is expecting him. He is shown to a seat but the mystery person is missing. Nerves are at an all time high. He keeps checking his watch anxiously. Then in walks Marcie. She smiles and walks over to him.

Marcie: Hi Rod. I see you got my messages.
Rod: You?! Shocked look.
Marcie: Yes, me. Marcie sits down.
Rod: I couldn’t detect the hand writing!

Marcie looks guilty: I got a neighbour to write them for me. 

Rod: But you're married.

Marcie: Yes. I know. I'll explain. What I've never confided with anyone is that Trevor and I are finalising a divorce. You may have noticed I make excuses why Trevor doesn't make our bring-your-mate parties at work? We never got on since we tied the knot. I was hoping to wait until the ink was dry on the divorce papers to reveal myself but I could see the anxiety I was causing you. 

Marcie looks down embarrassed. I understand if you don't share the same feeling as I do for you.

Rod: I didn't think to have romantic feelings for you because you're a married woman. Of course, I like you and now I know, I'll...have to take all this in.
Marcie: I understand. Her voice has a hint of needing reassurance. Let's have a meal together now that we're here.
Rod sensing her need for reassurance, smiles and puts his hand on Marcie's: Yes, let's but can we play it cool until the divorce is complete? Call me old fashioned but I'd feel better that way.
Marcie: I understand. It won't be long now, a few weeks at the most.
Rod: I look forward to getting to know you better, in a different way than just friends.
Marcie smiles and nods. She appreciates Rod's principals and respectful nature. She feels confident they will contribute to a successful future together.

Trophy Wife

Alan Fairweather is a 50 year old successful businessman. Large house, private jet, expensive cars and lavish parties. Tiffany is a trophy wife according to some, 26, an ex model. She is a blonde, nice figure, busy with charity events and going out with girlfriends. She has expensive tastes.

Alan comes home from an overseas business trip, having secured a major deal. He pulls up into the garage in his Bentley. He sees Tiffany's Aston Martin convertible is parked there. He's back earlier than expected by a few hours. Tiffany hears the garage door closing and runs into the garage, her high heels clicking loudly on the polished concrete, wearing a white silk dress that costs more than most people's cars.

Tiffany: Alan! You're home early! I thought you weren't landing until tonight! She throws her arms around his neck, smelling of expensive perfume.
Alan: The deal was completed earlier than thought. It's in the bag! Why don't we celebrate?
Tiffany’s eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and a sudden thought. 

Tiffany: Celebrate? I love that idea! I'm about to pop out to open the new Female Empowerment Centre in town. But I should be finished by six.
Alan: Don't rush. I'll book a table at the Maison de la Mer in town. 7.30 okay?
Tiffany beams, giving him a warm, lingering kiss on the cheek: Perfect. I'll be ready. I've got the perfect dress for it, the silky one we recently bought in New York.
Alan smiles, feeling the tension of the last few days, knowing exactly how she'll look in that dress: I don't doubt that. Go on then, get to your event. I'm going to take a hot bath.

They arrive at the restaurant and sit at the table, orders are taken and a wine is savoured. 
Alan: You look devine Tiffany.
Tiffany softly giggles, leans forward and resting her chin on her hand: Flattery will get you everywhere, Alan. Especially if you're planning on taking me somewhere special for a little 'post-deal' relaxation. She winks.
Alan: Oh, I’ll organise that. Anyway, how did things go while I was away?
Tiffany’s expression shifts slightly, thinking he brushed off the getting away idea too easily before she smooths it over with a smile but on to his question.
Tiffany: Oh, you know me, just the usual. The gala for the children's hospital was a huge success, we raised nearly two million. But the board is getting a bit... demanding about the next phase of the funding. She pauses, stirring her cocktail slowly. Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you about. Something a bit more... shall we say, ambitious than a charity event.
Alan: What's that Honey?

Tiffany leans in, her voice dropping to reveal strong ambition beneath her seductive smile: I've been talking to Marcus about the real estate holdings in the north. The developments are stagnant, and I've been doing some research on the zoning laws. I think if we pivoted the residential side into luxury boutique hotels, we could double the yield within eighteen months. She watches him closely, gauging if he'll see her as a partner in business or just a pretty face content with doing charity work.

Alan: I'm not au fait with the housing market at the moment. Are you sure that luxury boutique hotels are a goer? It sounds like a money pit if it doesn't take off.
Tiffany reaches across the table, placing her hand over his, her touch warm and reassuring: I have been doing some digging and I really believe in this.
Alan looks at Tiffany incredulously: Since when has the property and and hotel development been your thing? I don't want to sound condescending but what's wrong with your fund raising and your social life?
Tiffany feels hurt and dismissed. She pulls her hand back, her posture stiffening and her smile disappears: Nothing is wrong with it, Alan. I love my friends and my charities. But I'm twenty-six, not a decorative plant. I have a brain, and I've spent the last six months studying those markets because I can do much more than galas, fund raising and high teas. She looks away, her voice sounding strained. I thought you'd be proud that I was thinking about business opportunities, not just the wardrobe.
Alan extends his hand but the gesture is rejected: I had no idea you have been looking into things like this. Have you sought sufficient advice from those who specialise in property development?

Tiffany is still wounded but replies tersely: If you don't trust my judgment, perhaps you should just tell me to stay in my little world and stop bothering you with my ideas.
Alan: I'm sorry Tiffany. Why don't we do some research in this together and see if what you propose is as good as you think it is.
A small, triumphant smile finally breaks through on Tiffany’s face, and she reaches out to squeeze his hand again, the tension dissolving instantly: Deal. But if we do this, I want full autonomy over the design and the branding. She beams, her mood swinging back to warmth. Now, let's eat. I'm absolutely starving.
Alan: Fine, but let's do the leg work first.
Tiffany: You won't regret this, Alan. Trust me.
Alan: I guess I thought you were happy as things were but you clearly want a challenge.
Tiffany: I love our life, Alan. I really do. But I want to be more than just 'Mrs. Fairweather. I want people to see me and think 'that woman is a force to be reckoned with,' not just 'that woman lucky to have a successful businessman husband’. She looks at him with a sudden, raw intensity. I want to build something that's mine.
Alan: I'm all for that. We'll research the market, do the maths, and then decide.

Tiffany fears Alan is wanting to take over the project: She feels a sudden prickle of anxiety, her fingers drumming rhythmically on the tablecloth: When you say 'we', do you mean as a partnership? Because the moment the lawyers get involved, this usually becomes 'Alan's project' and I'm just a consultant. She narrows her eyes, her ambition flaring up again. If we do this, it has to be my venture.
Alan: I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I am a businessman with a nose for a deal.
Tiffany pulls back, her voice cold and precise: And I am a woman who knows she’s on to a winner. If we're talking business, Alan, let's talk business. I run it or I'll find someone else to partner with.
Alan looks at her, genuinely surprised by the sudden steel in her voice: Someone else, eh? You've certainly got the teeth into this. Fine. We'll do the due diligence together. If the numbers work, we will do it.
Tiffany is riled at not being taken seriously as a business woman in her own right but decides to leave it for now. The rest of the meal is eaten in virtual silence.

When they get home Tiffany decides to let Alan know what she thinks of his patronising her. Tiffany waits until the door of the mansion clicks shut behind them, the silence of the large foyer amplifying the tension. Tiffany turns to face him, her arms crossed.
Tiffany: You think you're being generous by letting me into your world, don't you? I'm not a trophy, Alan. I'm your wife, ambitious and I have better ideas than most in your boardroom. 

She doesn't wait for him to respond, turning on her heels and gliding up the stairs toward her dressing room. turning half way up: I am able to generate large sums of money for my charities and that takes some doing.
Alan replies dismissively: It's one thing to raise money for a charity and quite another to do a hotel development.
Tiffany is furious, her eyes flashing with hurt: Is that all you see? A little girl playing dress-up with the rich? She storms back down the stairs, stopping just a few feet from him, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and frustration. I have spent years cultivating a network that would make your head spin, Alan. I know who's who in every boardroom in this city because they think I'm just the wife, and they let their guard down. I know more than you think. She points a finger toward the door. I have more intelligence on the north side developments than any analyst you would hired. Don't you ever patronise me again. She turns and marches back up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door with a finality that shakes the paintings in the hallway.

Tiffany is still angry when Alan enters the bedroom. Tiffany is throwing some clothes into a suitcase: I'm going to stay at my friend's house for a few days.

Alan: Now wait just a minute. You can't just leave because I want to do due dilligence.

Tiffany stops, clutching a silk pajama set to her chest, her expression hard: It's not about the due diligence, Alan. It's about the respect. You can't treat me like a trophy in public and belittle me in private. She tosses the clothes into the suitcase. I need some space to think about whether this relationship we have is stifling my ambitions and potential.

Alan: You're overreacting Tiffany.

Tiffany lets out a sharp, caustic laugh, shaking her head: Overreacting? That's the classic line, isn't it? The 'you're too emotional' defence. She clips the suitcase shut with a sharp metallic snap and looks at him with a piercing gaze. I'm not overreacting. I'm waking up. I'll be at Chloe's. Don't call me until you've decided if you want an active, productive partner or just a pet. She grabs her case and marches out of the room, leaving Alan standing alone in the silence of the bedroom.
Alan: Please don't go Tiffany. Let's talk. I'll give you total control of the deal if it goes ahead. I'll give you all the say for naming the hotel and you can sign of all the decor.

Tiffany pauses at the doorway, her back still turned to him. Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with a mix of sadness and determination: It's not about the naming rights or the curtains, Alan. It's about the trust. She turns her head just enough to look at him over her shoulder, her gaze heartbreakingly distant. I love you, but I can't breathe in this house if everything I do is viewed through the lens of my social life. She walks out of the room, the distant sound of her suitcase rolling down the hallway signaling her departure.
Alan: Tiffany please. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever it takes.
Tiffany feels Alan is ready to yield and let her get her way on this venture. She stops in the foyer, her hand on the handle of the front door. She doesn't turn around, but her shoulders relax slightly: Then start by looking at the portfolio I left on your study desk. The one I've been building for six months. Read it. All of it. Then you realise that I've actually solved the zoning issues that have plagued that land for a decade.
Alan: I'll read it all now. He quickly moves into the study and starts reading.

Tiffany waits in the lounge, bag by her feet. Alan walks in after going over the proposal. Tiffany has a determined look in her eye, one of not backing down. I agree or she walks, he concludes. He feels the days of a dutiful, socialite wife are over.
Alan: This is incredible. You have been so thorough and so meticulous. I don't even have to do further investigation. I'll make sure you have all the funding required. Alan sits next to Tiffany and slips to one knee. I'm sorry. I've totally underestimated you.

Tiffany feels a wave of relief and triumph wash over her, her expression softening into a genuine, warm smile: I knew you'd see it, Alan if you gave me a chance. Her eyes shimmering with a mix of victory and affection. But let's be clear: this is my project. I'm in charge. You're the investor.
Alan: I'm so used to running things my way in business. I promise not to interfere unless you seek my opinion. If I can't resist getting involved, remind me clearly that this is your project.
Tiffany: Oh, believe me, Alan. I'll be very clear. She stands up, pulling him up with her and hugging him tightly. Now that we've settled this, I'm going to show you what I can do.

Alan realises things will not be the same again. He went away king of the castle and came home to a powerful queen.
Tiffany: I'd also like to join your board of directors, once this hotel project is underway.
Alan: Really? Are you sure you could....he hesitates.
Tiffany cuts in with a sharp, playful smile, her eyes glowing with an ambition that is no longer hidden: Don't even start, Alan. I'm not asking if I could. I'm telling you that I can do it and will. She leans in and whispers in his ear. You're going to love the new me. Just you wait and see.
Alan: I think we could do with a fresh face on the board and I'm coming to the realisation, you have what it takes to ensure the business prospers.

Tiffany beams at him, her confidence now absolute: I guess I'll unpack my bag. Oh, and I think the Aston convertible may not fit in so well with my new role.
Alan: We'll keep it for weekend drives, if we find the time. What were you thinking of?
Without hesitating for a moment, Tiffany replies: A black Range Rover SV. It's a power move, Alan and I can get on a building site when required without any bother. I think it would be perfect.

Car Company Acquisition

Reece Evans became CEO of the Penta Car Company six months ago. It was in the red and losses were mounting. Reece was employed as he had experience in turning companies around. Elsewhere, the Rhodes family had several successful businesses and Julie Rhodes was CEO of the Diamond Motor Company (DMC). They successfully pulled off a hostile take over of Penta Cars and now the Rhodes Family are the new owners.

The first board meeting was held at the Penta Car Company HQ. As CEO, Reece sat at the head of the table, with Penta's product head Tom Nowak and financial wizz Penny Starling. 

In comes Julie Rhodes with her product head Doug Warren and financial guru Rita Hayes. Julie looks annoyed at where Reece is siting.

Julie comes over and leans forward. Reece, this seat is mine. I will be chairing the meeting.

Reece: Very well. He gets up and moves to the other end of the table, Tom and Penny following.
Julie sits herself with Doug and Rita next to her.
Julie: Now that we have the seating sorted, let's begin. Penta Cars is losing money and we will be integrating Penta into DMC.
Reece: What does that mean in practical terms?
Julie: It means all decisions must be approved by my team. It will also mean that all product and financial decisions are made by DMC.
Reece: So Penta as a company is totally under the control of DMC?
Julie: That is correct.
Reece: Julie, I was employed to turn this company around. How can I do that now?
Tom: I feel the same way. Wasn't the take over bid based around working together?
Julie: Doug, explain.
Doug: The Rhodes family wants a quick return to profit for Penta. This will be achieved by integrating the companies to work more closely.
Julie: Now Tom, as head of product for several years, your performance has been, shall we say, less than stellar. I expect your resignation on my desk tomorrow. I'm here for a few days and my desk will be in Reece's office temporarily.
Penny: If Tom goes, I go.
Julie: Your choice. Like Tom, your resignation letter will likewise be on my desk tomorrow.
Reece: Can we all just calm down here? Tom had limited funds to work with. He did well under the circumstances. Penny has proved herself also, eking out what little Penta had to maximum benefit.
Julie: Reece, I don't need advice from you. You must decide if you are staying with Penta Cars.
Tom: It's okay Reece. I'm done here and so is Penny. You have done a great job in six months. Penta needs you.

Reece looks down, confused and feeling blindsided by the speed in which all this has happened.
Julie: Reece, what do you want to do?
Reece: Julie, I need to think about this.
Julie: Fine. Take a few days off. I insist. I hear you have worked really hard since you've been here. It will also give me time to get a feel for Penta Car Co admin.
Reece reluctantly agrees and heads home to his wife Sylvia. He tells her what’s happened and his concern.

Sylvia: Reece, whatever happens, I'm by your side. If you leave, your skill set will get you another job.

Reece returns a few days later. Julie has taken over his seat at his desk and he has a temporary desk by the door. He wants to tell Julie it's not on, but she’s not there and Reece’s secretary Millie tells him he has to go to the boardroom immediately. He enters, says nothing and sits at the end he’s supposed to. The same three are there but with a Diana Turner also.

Julie: Reece, tell us about what your take is on Penta Cars and what you've done since you arrived six months ago to turn things around?
Reece: Our small car range was losing money badly. Foreign imports have been taking a greater share of the market. We can't compete on price and it's not a segment you can go upmarket on. It's price sensitive. We decided to halt all development on small cars and phase them out, replaced at the factory by a medium SUV.
Julie: Diana?
Diana: I've been brought in to head up product. We have looked at the small car range and I feel Reece that while this may be necessary eventually, if we share costs in development with DMC, small cars should become viable.
Reece: That's an option we never had of sharing costs. Hopefully, it pays off in a tricky segment to make money from.
Julie: Diana's idea has merit, so we will try it. Now what else, Reece?
Reece: SUVs are selling well and Penta isn't even there. My first task was to get Penta's design team to come up with a mid-sized one, and it's progressing well. The problem is, if we keep making a small car, where to build the new SUV?
Julie: I've seen the initial plans and run it past Doug and DMC already has a medium SUV. We can give Penta that car, made at our plant. It will get some cosmetic work to make it look different. 
Reece: Well, that was six months of work and cost wasted. 
Julie: We are scrapping it and Doug will oversee Penta's overall design direction, in future borrowing heavily from DMC.
Reece: Our mid range P10 passenger car is doing well. Will that be continued with? 
Julie: While sales are good, the Riverside plant where it is made isn't required anymore. We have decided to move P10 production to our underutilised DMC plant at Lewisville and shut the Penta factory at Riverside. By increasing the retail price of the P10, the reduced volume means it can be accommodated at Lewisville.
Doug: Penta will also get a new small SUV, developed by DMC and which is due for launch.
Reece: Wow, you move fast.
Julie: We are losing money at Penta Reece, so we have to move fast. Come to dinner with me tonight and we can get to understand where things are going. Oh, I've commandeered your desk. I hope you don't mind? Slight smirk.
Reece: No, that’s fine, Julie.

They sit at dinner and after some small talk, the corporate stuff makes an appearance.
Julie: Reece, I can't help but think you don't like the changes. You're a Penta guy. 
Reece: Julie, it's not that. I get the cost savings. I just feel Penta will lose its identity. Rebadged DMCs? That's the price of a speedy turn around in profits. I just hope it works long term. 

Julie: Reece, you are a smart guy. But Penta Cars is just a brand now.
Reece: My expertise is revitalising ailing companies. DMC has taken that role over. What is my role now?
Julie: We had to do this to make sure we turn Penta Cars around quickly. We can't afford years of loss making while that was slowly achieved. If Penta doesn't break even in two years and profitable thereafter, the brand will cease. We would then take over Penta's plants for DMC production, absorb some of the better engineers and use this to drive DMC forward. As it is, some Penta engineers and admin staff will have to go over the next few months. That's the business reality. We'll discuss your role tomorrow. 
Reece shrugs, they say good bye and he heads home.

The next day he enters his office now officially vacated by Julie. But there she is, still sitting at his desk. Next to her is standing a woman.

Julie: This is Wanda Smith. She will become the new CEO of Penta Cars. Reece, you are so committed to saving the company, I feel we need someone more objective. Someone to make the hard decisions.
Reece: So where does that leave me?
Julie: The Rhodes family businesses has a small company back east that is struggling. I can offer you the job of taking charge of that operation. It will require a relocation and it pays somewhat less but it’s the sort of challenge you're made for.
Reece: I can do better than that, but thank you for the offer. I guess I'm done here.
Julie: I'd like to thank you for your excellent work here over the six months and your severance pay will be generous. It will give you time to find something else.

Reece packs up and gets home. He tells Sylvia what transpired and that a generous severance would pay the bills for a while.
Reece: Another job will come my way, hopefully not requiring a move. I'd take a pay cut to stay here.
Sylvia: Me too. Money isn't everything. Contentment is and we’re content here. 

Ex Girlfriend

James and his ex Mel were together for some years before splitting up six months ago. Mel asks James if he wants to meet up for old times sake. They arrange to meet at a cafe and select a private table.

James: So how have you been Mel?
Mel shrugs slightly: Same old same old. Just working mostly. You?
James: The same job and same apartment.
Mel: That’s good…I guess. Things are staying stable for you.
James: Yeah, stable is good. So what made you want to meet up?
Mel: I don’t know…just wanted to catch up. See how you’re doing. It’s been what, six months?
James: That would be right.
Mel: So…are you seeing anyone? Immediately regrets asking.
James lets out a short laugh. No, not really. Too busy with work. You?
Mel: Nah. Same boat as you. Funny, I heard through the grapevine that you had a girlfriend. Ginger hair and personality to match...you know a bit fiery.
James: Ah, that would be Caitlin. No, we have gone out occasionally, but more as a partner for dancing or other times just some company. We both like dancing.
Mel: Oh, it's good you have a social life then.
James: Absolutely. Do you get out much socially?
Mel: Not much. I'm doing a lot of overtime. Work has been busy, but I have rent to pay and a car to run, so the extra pay from the overtime comes in handy.
James: You used to have a penchant for buying nice things. Is that still something you do?
Mel: James, don't bring that up! That was always a bone of contention with you.
James: I'm not trying to open old wounds. It's your life now and your business, so I'm sorry I mentioned it. He puts his hands up and palms facing Mel in a defensive pose. It was just that we were saving up a deposit for a house.
Mel: Yes, we were. I guess I just wanted to indulge myself a bit. I grew up with very little in a poor family and had nothing. You never understood that.
James: Well, maybe you had a point, Mel. I was on a mission. I should have chilled out more, but I do have an excitable side and with it a sharp tongue.
Mel: What? You think I was right?
James: Probably, I don't know. More a case of I could have handled it better. It's all water under the bridge now.
Mel: It's a shame you didn't think more that way when we were together. A bit more understanding and we might still be an item. James chooses not to answer but a twitch of his eyebrows shows that he silently agrees.

There is a pause in the conversation as both reflect on what's been discussed and acknowledged.

James: So here we are, both paying rent, alone and with no romantic interest. I'm 25 and you're about the same..24? Mel nods. I feel I've got nowhere compared to where I wanted to be by now.

Mel: Me too.
James: Well at least we have that in common. An awkward silence. Can we at least be friends?
Mel: Yeah, friends. I guess. Sips her coffee awkwardly wondering where to go from here.
James: Another coffee?
Mel: Yeah, thanks. 

James returns and sits down.
James: I've had a religious caller who has been having chats with me. I was thinking a faith may give me some inner peace.
Mel looks at James in horror. What? You? Religious?
James: Not really. I feel empty inside and I'm trying to understand why we are here and what the purpose of our life is.
Mel leans forward and speaks in a lower tone. Maybe you need to find a good woman.
James laughs and asks inquisitively: Like you?
Mel blushes: That's not what I said.
James: Implied, maybe? You asked to get together for a drink, so I presume you were seeing if a flame could be rekindled.
Mel: Well…a little bit. I miss what we had, but I'm unsure if we can get it back or even if we want to. So what are you thinking?
James: You have got me reflecting on it, what we had. I still care about you. He looks at his watch. Darn. I'm sorry but the time has slipped by and I have to go, I have a meeting at work.
Mel: Oh..I see. But would you like to do this again?
James: I really would Mel. More than perhaps I showed. They both stand and hug.
Mel: Same time next week?
James: Yeah. Same time, same place. Bye Mel. He winks as a friendly departing gesture.
Mel: Bye James. 

Mel watches James walk away, a thoughtful smile ensues. She feels that James will come around eventually and her intended reluctance to push things too quickly was the right way to achieve that.

Sure enough, they do get back again to where they were. This time, both more mature and appreciative of what they have together.