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Scene: “Anthony Betrayed?! Shayla Confronts Anthony’s Lawyer With a Secret — The Truth Changes EVERYTHING!”
Setting:
A sleek downtown law office. Rain beats against the window. The clock ticks loudly. The tension is thick enough to choke on.
[Shayla bursts into the office, clutching a folder]
Shayla:
Don’t play dumb with me, Marcus. You know exactly why I’m here.
Marcus (Anthony’s lawyer):
Shayla, you can’t just barge into a legal office like this. Anthony isn’t here—
Shayla:
Oh, I know he isn’t. Because he can’t face me. Because he knows what he’s done.
Marcus:
(sighs) Shayla, listen—whatever you think you’ve discovered—
Shayla:
“Think”? (throws the folder on his desk) I don’t think, Marcus. I know.
(Marcus opens the folder. Photos. Documents. A notarized statement.)
Marcus:
Where did you get these?
Shayla:
From someone who doesn’t want to be part of your little cover-up anymore.
Marcus:
You don’t understand what’s going on—
Shayla:
No, you don’t understand. Anthony told me the partnership collapsed because of me, because I was “too emotional,” because I “didn’t fit the image.” But these papers show the truth — he sold his shares a week before he told me. He cashed out and blamed me to keep his reputation clean!
Marcus:
That’s not— Shayla, you’re twisting things. He was protecting you.
Shayla:
Protecting me? By lying? By making me think I ruined everything we built?
(Her voice trembles, but she stands tall.)
Marcus:
Anthony was forced into it. You don’t know who was really behind that deal. He didn’t want you involved—
Shayla:
Who was behind it, then? Who’s pulling the strings?
Marcus:
You don’t want to open that door.
Shayla:
Too late. I’ve already kicked it down.
(Marcus hesitates, then closes the folder slowly.)
Marcus:
All right… you deserve to know. The buyer wasn’t just some investor. It was your father, Shayla.
Shayla:
(laughs in disbelief) My father? That’s impossible. He’s been gone for years.
Marcus:
Not gone. Hidden. He’s been financing Anthony’s ventures from the start. The “betrayal” wasn’t supposed to reach you — it was a setup to protect your inheritance.
Shayla:
You expect me to believe this fairy tale?
Marcus:
There’s more. (He pulls out another envelope.) This—this was the letter Anthony wrote to you before he disappeared. He asked me to hold onto it until you found the truth yourself.
(He hands her the sealed letter. Shayla hesitates, then rips it open. She reads silently, tears filling her eyes.)
Shayla:
(reading aloud, voice shaking)
“Shayla, I never betrayed you. I betrayed myself to keep you safe. What your father started… I had to finish. I hope someday you’ll understand why I had to walk away before they came for you, too.”
(She drops the letter, stunned.)
Shayla:
He didn’t betray me… He protected me?
Marcus:
Yes. And now that you know, they’ll come after you both.
Shayla:
Then I guess it’s my turn to fight back. Tell Anthony — I’m done being the victim. It’s time for the truth to come out.
(She grabs the folder, storms out into the rain. Marcus watches her go, whispering to himself.)
Marcus:
God help you, Shayla… You have no idea what’s coming next.
[Shayla stands by the door, drenched from the rain. Her heels click like gunshots on the marble floor as she approaches Marcus’s desk.]
Shayla:
You lied to me for months, Marcus. Both of you did. But the thing about secrets? They always find a way to the surface.
Marcus:
Shayla—
Shayla:
Don’t “Shayla” me. You represented Anthony. You knew every detail, every clause, every whisper of that deal — and yet you let me take the blame.
Marcus:
You’re treading on dangerous ground.
Shayla:
I’ve been walking on broken glass for years. I’m not afraid of getting cut anymore.
(She tosses a flash drive onto his desk. It clatters like a bullet.)
Marcus:
What’s this supposed to be?
Shayla:
Proof. Recordings. Transactions. Conversations you thought were deleted.
(Marcus’s face pales.)
Marcus:
Where did you get this?
Shayla:
Let’s just say Anthony wasn’t the only one who kept copies.
Marcus:
Shayla… You have no idea what kind of people you’re dealing with.
Shayla:
Then enlighten me. Because I’m done being in the dark.
(Lightning flashes. Thunder shakes the windows. Marcus finally sits down, rubs his temples, and exhales heavily.)
Marcus:
Fine. You want the truth? The deal Anthony made wasn’t just financial. It was an agreement. A trade. He didn’t sell his shares — he sold his silence.
Shayla:
His silence about what?
Marcus:
About you.
(The room goes still. Shayla’s voice trembles with disbelief.)
Shayla:
What do you mean… about me?
Marcus:
You weren’t supposed to exist. Not on paper, anyway. Your birth records, your college transcripts — all fabricated. You were part of an identity program your father funded years ago to protect his real daughter.
Shayla:
That’s insane. I am his real daughter.
Marcus:
No, Shayla. You were his decoy.
(Her knees weaken. She grips the edge of the desk.)
Shayla:
You’re lying.
Marcus:
I wish I were. Anthony found out — that’s why he distanced himself. He wasn’t protecting you from the scandal. He was protecting you from the people looking for the real one.
Shayla:
And who are they?
Marcus:
A group called The Accord. Your father’s old investors. They funded projects that were never supposed to see daylight. When he vanished, they needed leverage — and they thought Anthony had it.
Shayla:
So they used me.
Marcus:
Exactly. You were never supposed to uncover this. The moment you connected those documents… you made yourself a target.
(A soft “ding” echoes — the elevator at the end of the hallway.)
Shayla:
(whispers) Did you call security?
Marcus:
No.
(They exchange a terrified glance. The elevator doors slide open with a low hiss. Footsteps echo. Slow. Heavy.)
Marcus:
You need to go. Now.
Shayla:
Not until I know where Anthony is.
Marcus:
He’s in hiding — somewhere safe, but not for long. He told me if you came here… I should give you this.
(He slides a small key across the desk — old, brass, engraved with the number “47.”)
Shayla:
What does it open?
Marcus:
A locker. Train station. Everything you need is inside. The truth, the proof, the reason your father disappeared.
(The footsteps stop outside the door. The handle turns slowly.)
Marcus (low voice):
Go. Don’t look back.
(Shayla grabs the key, tucks it into her coat, and rushes toward the back exit. Marcus stands as the door creaks open. A shadow steps in — tall, wearing gloves.)
Unknown Voice:
Where is she?
Marcus:
(smirks faintly) Gone. Just like him.
(A silenced gunshot cracks through the storm.)
Cut to: Shayla outside in the rain, clutching the key, unaware that Marcus’s blood now stains the truth she’s chasing.)
[SCENE END]
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