Manager:
Now, get back to work.
Ella:
But the café is empty...
Manager:
Then fix the problem. Wipe the floor before someone else slips!
Ella (protesting):
But I don't even get paid for that.
Manager:
And you don't get paid to argue with customers either. Now do it!
(The manager walks off. Ella stomps her foot in frustration.)
Manager (calling out):
And if you crack the floor, you're paying for the repairs!
Ella (muttering to herself):
Wow... what powerful ears. One day, I'll be a big scriptwriter, and I'll show her.
She made a future superstar wipe the floor — unbelievable.
(She picks up the mop and begins wiping the empty café floor, still fuming inside.)
Ella (thinking while wiping the floor):
"Oh yes, a bigger monster than her was that man. Even if he's rich and famous, he sure doesn't act like a celebrity. Probably just a wannabe YouTuber pretending to be an actor or idol."
(She finishes mopping and lets out a tired sigh, dropping into a chair to rest.)
"Ahh, finally."
(Meanwhile, inside Damian's car — the rain still falling lightly outside — the driver suddenly stops and hands Damian his phone.)
Driver:
"Sir, it's Mr. Mah.( manager of damian)"
Damian:
"Mr. Mah?" (takes the phone) "Yes, Mr. Mah?"
Mr. Mah (on phone):
"Damian! Why weren't you picking up my calls?"
Damian (confused):
"Your calls? I didn't feel my phone vibrate or ring... wait a second."
(He checks his pocket. Nothing. Then looks around the car.)
Damian (realizing):
"Oh no. My phone!"