INT. LAWRENCE'S OFFICE - NIGHTThe view from the corner office is magnificent.LAWRENCE COLE, early 30's, his furrowed brown not yetproducing wrinkles, does not notice the view. Instead hefocuses on a memo on his desk. The words URGENT andCONFIDENTIAL are visible. He scowls.Lawrence presses the call button on his phone.LAWRENCEKatie? Katie, I need the acquisitionforms for the Connors' account. And acup of coffee.KATIE (O.S.)Right away, Mr. Cole.Lawrence leans back in his chair.KATIE, her dress accentuating all her best features, walksinto the office. She smiles.KATIEHere's your coffee, and theacquisition forms. Anything else Ican do for you, Mr. Cole?Lawrence takes a deep breath.LAWRENCENo, thank you, Katie.She smiles again, and walks away, hips swinging seductively.Lawrence lets his breath out slowly. He dials a speed dialnumber.INT. COLES' HOUSE - NIGHTSHANNON COLE, young, attractive, wearing shorts and a tiredsmile, chops vegetables for a salad. A little hand reachesinto the pile of vegetables and grabs a carrot.Shannon looks at her son TYLER COLE, a cute, blond-haired, 5year old with mock disapproval.SHANNONNot till dinner.