ACT 6, SCENE 7 TITLE: [CEO ANDREW KNIGHT'S DAY OFF FROM WORK] or [ONLY YOU — PART 1]
MORNING — ANDREW'S STUDY Dim morning light filters
through the tall windows of Andrew's study. He's seated
behind his massive desk, an untouched mug of black coffee
in front of him, eyes narrowing as he scrolls through his digital
planner.
ANDREW (sipping his coffee, deadpan): "Why the hell is my
schedule... empty?" He taps twice on the screen. Nothing. All
meetings, calls, and board approvals — gone.
ANDREW: "Lian." Footsteps approach. Lian appears at the
door, tablet in hand, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
LIAN (nervous): "Yes, Sir?"
ANDREW (calmly threatening): "Explain this."
LIAN: "Uh... Mr. Samuel requested me to—uh—clear your
schedule. For today. And tomorrow."
ANDREW (narrowing his eyes): "Why."
LIAN (speaks fast, like a man trying to save his life): "He said
you had urgent priorities that involved... um... outings. Malls.
Cafés. Maybe a movie. Definitely shopping... and possibly...
ice cream."
A long pause. Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose like it's
the only thing keeping him from strangling Sam.
ANDREW (low sigh): "Of course he did."
LIAN (meekly): "He said it's important. That... Miss Sarah
might like it."
Another pause. Andrew stares at the empty planner... then
gives the faintest sigh. He stands up, starts walking. He
passes Lian, taking his coat.
ANDREW: "You're getting a 30% raise."
LIAN (blinking): "Wait, what?"
ANDREW (mutters, almost to himself): "She hasn't been out
since she came here. She could use the air... And maybe... so
could I."
A FEW MINUTES LATER — SARAH'S ROOM
Inside, the room is still quiet. A soft morning breeze rustles
the curtains. Sarah, curled up in bed, blinks awake slowly. Her
hair's a mess, her eyes half-lidded. Still in a sleepy daze, she
yawns, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand like a small
kitten, and shuffles towards the door—barefoot and
confused.
She opens the door just as Andrew was about to knock.
WHUMP. She walks straight into his chest.
SARAH (startled): "Ow—!" She rubs her forehead with one
palm, still dazed. She blinks up—and freezes. Andrew's
standing there, staring down at her like a ghost passed
through him. His face? Completely unreadable. Inside?
Internally combusting.
ANDREW (quietly, clearing his throat): "Get ready. We're
going out."
SARAH (blinks rapidly): "Out...? Where... out?"
Andrew's brain: Say yes. Say yes. Dear God, why do you look
so cute half-asleep?
ANDREW (stiffly): "Sam made... plans. Apparently I'm
involved. And so are you."
SARAH (blinking again, softly): "Ooh... okay then. Um... I'll
get ready." She backs into the room, still confused, half-
asleep, heart lowkey sprinting. Andrew stands there for one
more second before walking away, hands in his pockets, face
unreadable again. But inside? Melting.
Sarah gently shuts the door. She peeks from the sliver of the
open door until he enters his room. Before closing his door, he
glances back in her direction. A smile on his lips. She
immediately shuts her door. Leaning back against it, her heart
pounds against her chest.
33 MINUTES LATER — OUTSIDE A.K. MANSION
Sarah steps out in a pastel lavender hoodie, black jeans, and
white chunky sneakers—her favorite. Her shoulder-length
hair. is open, neatly combed, silky and soft. The pastel color
makes her look even more delicate, more soft and fragile—
like a fairy straight out of a dream.
In front of her, Andrew has already pulled the car out from the
garage. His favorite black Maybach. She approaches and
reaches for the backseat door—her hand twitching, hovering.
The front door opens. Andrew looks at her and gestures
toward the passenger seat with a raised brow and a calm
expression.
She steps in and closes the door behind her. She puts on her
seatbelt. He starts the car. The engine purrs to life.
They sit in silence. Sarah fidgets with the hem of her sleeves.
Andrew's hand on the steering wheel—stiff. His fingers tap
unconsciously, the other hand resting on the gear. His favorite
car. The one no one touches. Not even Sam.
But she's sitting in it now. Beside him.
She glances at him—barely a second.
SARAH (softly): "You're driving today?"
ANDREW (glancing at her, brow raised, casual): "Problem?"
SARAH (awkward chuckle): "Ah—no, no problem. I was just
asking. Coz Lian usually drives... that's why I asked." She
looks out the window.
The engine hums low. Smooth. Powerful. Rich sunlight slants
through the tinted windows as the world blurs past.
Her eyes flicker to him. Composed. Unreadable.
ANDREW: "I told Lian I'll drive today."
But inside her mind? Absolute chaos.
SARAH (internally): Where are we going? Why didn't he tell
me anything? Why is it so quiet?! Why is my heart trying to
break the sound barrier?!
The silence stretches.
SARAH (softly): "Umm... where are we going?"
ANDREW (flatly, not glancing): "You'll know."
Sarah blinks. Her heart skips. Then races.
SARAH (internally): That's not an answer. Why is he so
cryptic?
SARAH (nervously): "You said... Sam was accompanying us?"
ANDREW: "Hmm." Non-committal. Casual. Suspiciously
casual.
SARAH (quietly): "Where is he? I mean, he's not here."
ANDREW (still driving): "I don't share my car with anyone
else."
Sarah's eyes go wide, heart going wild. She stares. A small,
confused, nervous smile tugs at her lips.
SARAH: "Oh."
ANDREW (softly, barely audible): "Only you."
Did she just imagine that? She blinks.
SARAH (whispers): "What...?" Her heart—BOOM. BOOM.
BOOM.
ANDREW (clears throat, straightens): "Nothing."
SARAH (internally): Did he just say that?! But she doesn't ask
again. She turns to the window, cheeks pink, hiding a smile
she didn't mean to let escape.
Andrew, eyes on the road, fights the one tugging at his lips
too.
Moments later. Silence again. Heavy. Andrew adjusts his grip
on the wheel. His voice low, almost casual—but the
question...
ANDREW (clears throat): "You didn't lock your room door last
night."
Sarah freezes. Slowly turns to look at him.
SARAH (too quickly): "Uh—I forgot!"
Lie. She didn't forget. She had left it unlocked on purpose.
Just... in case.
ANDREW (after a pause): "Hmm."
SARAH (softly, unsure): "Why? Did something... happen?"
ANDREW (quiet, unreadable): "No. I just checked. It was
unlocked."
SARAH (softly): "Oh." She glances away again, heart
pounding harder now.
Why does it feel like he knows something I don't know? Or...
something I'm scared to admit I already know...
[END OF PART 1 — TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2]