✈️ Office Showdown: Larry Chooses Miami — Without Bethany
INT. LARRY’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON
Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On Larry’s desk, three sleek travel folders sit neatly aligned, each stamped in bold letters:
MIAMI.
Bethany stands across from him, arms crossed, jaw tight.
BETHANY
I don’t understand why this is even a discussion. I’m going to Miami.
Larry exhales slowly, measured but tense.
LARRY
It’s not about what you want. It’s about what’s best for everyone.
Her eyes flash.
BETHANY
Best for everyone? Or best for you?
A thick silence settles between them.
The Argument Ignites
Larry straightens the stack of papers as if trying to straighten the situation.
LARRY
This trip is business. Investors. Press. It’s serious.
BETHANY
So you think I can’t handle serious?
She slams the folder down. Papers scatter across the polished desk.
Outside the glass walls, employees freeze, pretending to work while clearly listening.
LARRY
I’m trying to avoid drama.
Bethany’s voice rises.
BETHANY
Drama? You call me drama?
LARRY
Miami is already complicated enough.
BETHANY
Then maybe you shouldn’t go!
That’s it.
Larry’s restraint snaps.
LARRY
Enough!
The word echoes through the office corridor.
The Breaking Point
LARRY
You want to go? Not with this attitude.
BETHANY
Oh, so now I need permission?
LARRY
You need self-control.
Her eyes glisten — but she refuses to let tears fall.
Then she delivers the line that shifts everything.
BETHANY
Take Brooke. Take Destiny. They’re easier, right?
Larry doesn’t respond.
His silence says everything.
Bethany Walks Away
She grabs her purse.
BETHANY
Go to Miami. Take whoever you want.
LARRY
This is your choice.
She pauses at the door.
BETHANY
No. It’s yours.
The door slams shut.
Silence floods the room.
Larry Makes His Move
Larry stares at the scattered papers. His jaw tightens.
His phone lights up in his hand.
LARRY
(into phone)
Brooke. Are you busy?
INT. BROOKE’S APARTMENT – EVENING
BROOKE
No… is everything okay?
LARRY
How would you feel about coming to Miami?
A pause. Surprise.
BROOKE
Miami? I’d love to… if you’re sure.
LARRY
I’m sure.
INT. DESTINY’S CAR – EVENING
Destiny answers on speaker.
DESTINY
I heard yelling earlier. Everything good?
LARRY
How fast can you pack?
DESTINY
Where am I going?
A beat.
LARRY
Miami. Flight leaves tomorrow morning.
Destiny grins.
DESTINY
Say less.
Final Shot
Back in the office.
Three boarding passes lie neatly on the desk:
Larry. Brooke. Destiny.
Through the hallway glass, Bethany stands unseen for a moment, watching.
Her expression shifts — not defeated.
Determined.
She whispers to herself:
BETHANY
Miami isn’t over yet.
She turns and walks away — heels clicking with quiet resolve.
Fade out. 🌴🔥