INT. OFFICE - DAY
CHARLES, 38, leans over and whispers to GARY, 22, across the gap between their desks.
Charles:
I heard that Blake took the last cookie.
Gary’s jaw drops as his brows furrow. He speaks a little too loud.
Gary:
You’re kidding! We’ve been saving that for days!!
Charles cowers and shushes Gary. Gary clasps his mouth.
Gary:
It was going to be for Trix when she got back from ...