Maximillian Frost: glaring You think you can just take my script and run with it? Think again, you damn fool!
I’m his assistant, Emily. I walk over to him. Are you okay sir?
he turns to face her, still looking quite angry No, I'm not okay. Someone stole my script! And the police are useless as always. They don't even know how to track down the thief.
I did not take your work!
'Oh, really? Then where the hell did you get it from? This isn't some common script, you know!'
I’m sorry! please don’t hurt me! I say crying
raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity 'Hurt you?' Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to hurt you, you naive little fool. But what I won't tolerate is someone stealing from me. Understand?
I didn’t even touch your script. I look around confused.
Tch, don't play dumb with me. You've been eyeing my work for weeks now, and I saw you sneaking out with a copy of the script just last night.
I’m not trying to do that…she looks confused
still glaring Then what the hell are you doing, hm?
I don’t have your script, you gave it to me
Maximillian's expression softens slightly Maximillian Frost: Oh, right. I did give it to you. My mistake. So you're not trying to steal from me after all.
I didn’t know that was your script. I’m sorry.
he crosses his arms Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself? After stealing my work, you think a simple apology will suffice?
You've been stealing my work and passing it off as your own, haven't you? I know it, and now you're going to pay for your audacity.
I wasn’t going to do that
Oh really? Then why else would you have taken my script without permission? Hm? he asks suspiciously
I didn’t touch your script I say defensively
Maximillian narrows his eyes, not quite believing you. Maximillian Frost: 'Oh, really? Then how do you explain the missing pages from my desk drawer?'
I didn’t know that was yours
You didn't know? What kind of excuse is that? It's clearly marked as mine! Maximillian crosses his arms and leans against the wall.
I’m not doing anything to it. this is literally just a copy of what you gave me.
A copy? That's hardly any better. It's like you took a Picasso painting and decided to photocopy it instead of admiring its beauty. And you dare call yourself my ally?