Rey: Yes. Listen to me carefully. (She leans in and starts whispering her plan as the scene transitions to the next morning.)
Scene Change – Next Morning
(Ella's phone rings early in the morning)
Mr. Mah: You didn't tell me—are you in?
Ella: Yes, sir. Without any doubt.
Mr. Mah: Good. Get ready. From today, this is your reporting time. Come out quickly, I'm sending the car. I'll explain more about your job when you reach here.
Ella: Yes, sir.
(He hangs up)
Rey: Breakfast is ready, my key.
Ella: Key?
Rey: Yes. If you become friends with Damian, then he can be my mutual friend!
Ella: Yes, whatever.
Rey: Hey! Don't mess up the whole plan. Stay focused—and don't forget the main goal. (She brushes Ella's shoulder)
Ella: Yeah, yeah… my script.
Scene: Outside Ella's House
(Ella steps out wearing a white shirt, black pants, sleek shoes, and a ponytail. She's also wearing wired glasses. The car arrives. The door opens to reveal Damian in a blue and black hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.)
Damian (whispers to himself as she gets in): Great… now she's a permanent problem.
Ella: Here, sir. (Offers a sipper to him)
Damian: What's this?
Ella: Hot coffee. It's cold outside, and I thought it might help warm you up a little.
Damian (confused, taking the sipper): What happened to her?
Ella: Sir, from now on, I'm your permanent personal assistant.
Damian (not interested, sipping the coffee): Yeah, I know that.
Ella (in her mind): If it weren't for my story, I would've given him a piece of my mind by now.
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Scene: On Set
(They arrive at the set. Everyone is busy. Damian walks in. A director approaches and starts explaining the scene. Damian nods and listens as the staff prepare his costume and wig—it's a historical drama. The director hands him a script to memorize, and he walks to the dressing room. Ella waits outside until Mr. Mah arrives.)
Mr. Mah: So, you're here. Listen—until the set is ready, help him with his lines, okay?
Ella: Yes, sir.
Mr. Mah: Go now. (He gently pushes her into the dressing room.)
(Inside, some girls are doing Damian's makeup and adjusting his wig.)
Damian: What now? I don't want any drinks.
Ella: No, Mr. Mah asked me to help you with your script.
Damian (arrogant smirk): Really? You can do that?
Ella (with attitude): I can. Now give me the script.