INT. AN OFFICE. SOUNDS OF SOMEONE TYPING LEISURELY.
(BG SCORE PLAYS)
KNOCK ON THE DOOR
ROY**:** (v/o slightly irritated) come in…
FOOTSTEPS COMING CLOSER
OFFICER SHARMA: ****(v/o walks towards the chair and sits angrily while speaking) what the hell Roy! Why did you remove me from the case? This was supposed to mine! And you know I’m better than Saxena.
ROY: ****(Sighs, trying to control his irritation) See… this ego here is why. It clouds your take on the case, Sharma! 7 killings in 2 fucking months and we are nowhere near to figuring it out! (getting angry) no matter how good friends we are… you are my subordinate, and you will address me as ‘sir’…do I make myself perfectly clear?
OFFICER SHARMA: (huffs) sorry sir! (Reluctantly begs) please… let me back on this case. You know this will affect my promotion. Please sir…
ROY: (relents) fine… but Saxena is in charge…she is your primary. Get the details from her. Report to me at 9:30 sharp tomorrow… dismissed!
OFFICER SHARMA: yes sir.
RECEDING FOOTSTEPS. THE DOOR SHUTS. TYPING RESUMES.
SCENE FADES.
SCENE ENDS