🔑 Bonus Scene
The Mop Bucket
Nora
The first time I meet the richest man in the building, I am wringing out a mop.
He steps over the wet floor sign like it's a suggestion, and I say, "Sir, the floor —" and he goes down anyway, all six-figure feet of him, into a puddle of industrial lemon.
I should apologize. I am definitely going to laugh.
"Say nothing," he says from the floor, with as much dignity as a man in a mop bucket can summon.
I say nothing. I say nothing so hard my eyes water.
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