Joan stands by herself in an empty office, staring out the window, clutching a tumbler of brandy. Her hand subtly shakes. The door opens and she jolts around with a start. It’s Sal.
SAL: (Surprised) Joanie.
JOAN: I’m sorry, Mr. Romano. I’ll leave.
SAL: Don’t give it a thought. (Grinning) Pour me one and I won’t report you.
Joan chuckles and pours one for Sal, who shuts the door and walks over to her. She hands him the glass.
SAL: I know I already congratulated you…but I just thought it would be inappropriate if I didn’t also say just how…
Sal chokes on his words, clears his throat, and regathers himself.
SAL: We’re all so…so god. damn. proud of you, Joanie.
Joan’s eyes water and her lip begins to quiver.
SAL: And it’s meant the world to me that-
JOAN: (Through tears) Shhhhhhh….
TO BE CONTINUED…