Sarah pulls up in front of a three-story building. She looks at a piece of paper with an address and directions. She walks toward a door with “1710” marked on it. She looks around. She opens the door and is met with three flights of stairs. She hikes up each flight, getting more out of breath, until she reaches a door that reads, “Warehouse Design Collective.”
CUT TO: INTERIOR, OFFICE: DAY: SARAH: (under her breath) Oh gawd. I’m not nearly cool enough to be here.
RECEPTIONIST: What was that?
SARAH: Oh, sorry. I’m Sarah, here to see Steve.
The receptionist leads Sarah through a maze of exposed brick, cement floors, frosted glass, and stylish people and finally to Steve in his office.
STEVE: Sarah. Hi there. I’m Steve.
SARAH: (trying to muster confidence) Hi, thanks so much for meeting with me. I know your schedule was so busy today, so …
STEVE: Yeah. No problem. The other creative director, Bill, is going to meet with us too. Have a seat.
Sarah sits on a low-slung couch. Steve wheels his office chair so that he will be directly across from Sarah. Bill enters the room and sits next to Steve. They are towering over her. She shifts around.
BILL: Hi. You must be Sarah. I’m Bill.
SARAH: Nice to meet you, Bill. Wow, I feel like I’m being interrogated here. Is this how you separate the weak from the strong?
STEVE: (with a straight face) Yes. (pauses, then erupts into laughter) No. Just kidding. It is a weird seating arrangement isn’t it? Oh well. Tell us about Sarah.
Sarah clears her throat and proceeds to turn on her charm and wit and relate the short story of her life. She then opens her portfolio. They laugh and give approving nods.
SARAH: Phew, that was a workout. Well, did I win?
Bill and Steve laugh.
STEVE: Well, I think I can speak for both of us when I say your enthusiasm is fantastic. Your work is very different and new and has a unique point-of-view on solving problems.
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