The sound of the traffic is DEAFENING.
An office window overlooking Times Square
slams shut and the sound disappears.
An office window overlooking Times Square
slams shut and the sound disappears.
It is silent.
ADDISON (44), a good looking man in a nice
suit, who looks like he hasn’t slept in a year,
steps away from the window.
Addison walks down a long hallway, turns
into his office and closes the door.
He plops down at his desk and stares over
at the pink card leaning against his phone.
