One More Thing...

Let me set the scene for you…

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – AFTERNOON

White, sterile, and filled with people who would rather be getting a root canal than there. Welcome to corporate America at 5:55pm on a Friday.

MONOTONE paces back and forth in front of a wall-sized monitor. Portly, clothes that are too tight in all the wrong places, and a voice that rivals Ben Stein, he is the last person that should be running a meeting.

O’NEILL sits at the end of the table, head slump between her hands, longingly eyeing the door.

INNER O’NEILL

Five more minutes… Just five more…

MONOTONE

And what are they asking for it?

HICCUPS

2.5 mil with a back end of 12.5 percent.

INNER O’NEILL

Ok its 5:56. If he finishes droning in two minutes then that leaves me 20 to get downtown. Totally doable.

MONOTONE

And when can they deliver it?

Dead silence.

MONOTONE

O’Neill?

Hiccups elbow O’Neill in the side as all eye fall upon her.

O’NEILL

Huh? Oh, six months. Four if they double their team.

INNER O’NEILL

Shit. Stay focused. Almost done.

MONOTONE

Interesting.

A beat.

Monotone stops pacing and checks his watch.

MONOTONE

Alright. How about we pick this back up on Monday?

INNER O’NEILL

Yes!

O’Neill starts to gather her papers in a mild “It’s Friday and Happy Hour is calling my name” state of euphoria.

MONTONE

One more thing…

INNER O’NEILL

No!

MONOTONE

What’s the status on the Jameson account?

HICCUPS

Sent the contract out this morning.

MONOTONE

The redlined one?

HICCUPS

Redlined?

MONOTONE

I sent it this morning. O’Neill was CCed.

A wave of exasperation washes over the room as everyone plops themselves back down in their chairs.

INNER O’NEILL

Are you kidding me? Yes, let’s talk about outstanding contracts at 5:57pm on a Friday! Because there’s absolutely no other better time to do so.

MONOTONE

O’Neill?

O’NEILL

I didn’t receive it.

MONOTONE

You sure?

INNER O’NEILL

Of course. I don’t know about you, but I chose to memorize all 345 of my daily e-mails.

O’NEILL

Not 100%.

MONOTONE

(irritated)

So you’re telling me an unedited contract went to one of our biggest clients?!

INNER O’NEILL

I’m telling you that it’s 5:59pm and Guinness is calling my name.

MONOTONE

Someone better fix this and fast.

HICCUPS

(motioning to O’Neill)

We’ve got it.

Panic sweeps across O’Neill’s face.

INNER O’NEILL

Excuse me? We? What’s this “We” business?

HICCUPS

They’ll have it in two hours tops?

MONOTONE

Good.

Everyone starts to pack up and file out of the room leaving O’Neill and Hiccups behind.

A beat.

O’Neill stares down Hiccups with a fiery “you better sleep with one eye open” anger.

HICCUPS

Sorry.

INNER O’NEILL

Oh you are so the deadest Dude in dudes-ville!

O’NEILL

(annoyed)

You owe me a drink.

HICCUPS

Deal.

MONOTONE pops his head back in through the doorway.

MONOTONE

(forced cheerfulness)

Just one more thing… You two have a good weekend.

O’NEILL

(to Hiccups)

Make that ten.