>>19265106She exits the office, her boss... or Ex-boss calling out to her.
>"Wait! Harley! Please!"The sun beats down on the exiting talent as she storms out, walking out of this building for the last time in her career. A man approaches her, his clacking footsteps synching up with her own.
>Get me a car.>I'm going home.>"Yes, King."She pauses, as do the footfall against pavement go silent.
>... Actually.>I change my mind.>Book us a flight, instead.>"Of course.">"Where to, King?" 