INT. FOYER – NIGHT 5

The foyer is packed with patrons. Derek and Luke stand among them, keeping an eye out for the anonymous complainer.

Craig stands on a raised platform holding a microphone. Trevor stands beside him holding the fishbowl.

CRAIG

Ladies and gentlemen, I know you are all excited about the raffle, but first, we'd like to extend our hearts out to someone who was deeply offended here not too long ago. In fact, someone has something they would like to say.

Daisy climbs onto the stage. Craig hands her the microphone. She squeezes it hard and exhales through a forced smile.

DAISY

To whom it may concern, I am sincerely sorry for whatever it is I have done to upset you. I hope you can forgive me.

Craig nods, pleased by her apology.

DAISY (CONT'D)

But if I find out who you are...

CRAIG

Okay!

He takes back the microphone.

CRAIG (CONT'D)

Round of applause for Daisy everyone. Let the raffle begin!

Trevor brings over the fishbowl. Craig sticks his hand in and blindly picks one out. He opens it.

CRAIG

And the winner is...Mrs. Margot Lane.

Margot jumps for joy in the crowd. Behind her, Derek is shocked. Margot moves for the stage and he quickly snatches a note off her back in the dooming pink, floral stationery. He shows it to Craig. It reads, "Nice try." 

INT. MANAGER's OFFICE – LATER

Craig, Daisy, and Luke sit before Trevor at his desk. Derek leans against the wall.

DAISY

This will never end.

CRAIG

You tried. That's what matters.

LUKE

Though you could have left out that last part. It may have made matters worse. Just saying.

TREVOR

There's only one thing left to do. I'm sorry, Daisy, but I'm going to have to let you go. It's not me. It's you.

DAISY

You're firing me?

Derek is thinking.

DEREK

That's it.

DAISY

What?

DEREK

Trust me. I have a plan.