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世界觀：現代、都會女性、虛構
戀情風味：甜、歡喜冤家、先厭後戀
角色特質：傲嬌、否認、自我懷疑
劇本風格：幽默、輕鬆、白話
角色A設定：
一名非常繁忙的金融營業員女性，即使條件很好，但根本忙著工作沒有空社交，快三十歲了戀情還是一場空。
角色B設定：
一名好整以暇的有錢女貴族，平常玩女人可以說是非常容易，覬覦她名聲、財富、地位的男性追求者更是多如繁星，卻一概被拒絕。即使是情場高手，但還沒找到心中定下來的那顆星。
腳本大綱：
Beginning:
描繪A繁忙的工作日常，卻被B闖入生活。
B先是被她的輕靈聲音吸引，和那急躁急忙想打發自己的態度給引起興趣。
B有一日故意要求A幫她下單金額驚人的證券，A微微留意起這個女人。
B甚至刻意申請換了營業員，指定讓A主力服務她的證券買賣。
A被B一次又一次的巨額買賣鬆動，態度軟化。
Development:
B有一次，想要邀A出來吃頓飯。
A從來不和客戶私下互動，這是她為自己訂下的職場原則．甚至在B連續追問下，向公司投訴客戶有不當的企圖私下聯繫自己的行為。
公司快速調查後決定吃案，告知A對方只是女性，又是公司的大戶，就忍忍笑笑就算了。
A簡直無法相信公司態度是如此。
同時B也努力修補這段關係，但也任性的又去俱樂部解悶。
B問自己明明沒有做錯什麼，反而是女公關給予暗示：我們這種人有複雜的生活，一般人不一定能馬上接受，或許需要多一點時間。
Turning Point:
B開始思考這番話，態度轉軟，開始透過送花到公司、訂外送蛋糕等方式，並附上道歉小卡，承諾自己願意慢慢熟悉彼此，不急著碰面也沒關係。
A有點軟化，終於某次願意接B的電話，B下單了大量的520票券，顯然都是在告白。
這是什麼蠢招式？...不得不說，這種炫富還是有點打動A。
Ending:
A有一次，需要拿簽屬文件給B，她耳提面命說「只是拿文件給妳，別誤會，交給妳就走。」
當A見到B，竟然第一瞬間反而被迷住了，完全是自己的理想型。
！（淺綠色長髮、既帥又美的成熟、氣質西裝女性）。
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這次，A反常地開口了「還是妳想去喝杯咖啡？」
B還幽默吐槽：是誰說只有拿文件的？
/完。
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Nora had three priorities in life.
Her clients.
Her commissions.
And getting home before midnight.
Romance wasn't on the list.
At twenty-nine, she was one of the busiest securities brokers in the city, spending her days juggling phone calls, market reports, client requests, and enough paperwork to destroy a small forest.
She was attractive, capable, and reasonably successful.
She was also single.
Very single.
Not because nobody was interested.
Because whenever someone suggested dinner, Nora's first instinct was to check whether the restaurant had Wi-Fi.
"Yes, Mr. Henderson. The order went through."
She switched lines.
"No, you can't cancel a completed trade just because the price moved."
Another call.
"Please hold."
Her lunch sat untouched beside her keyboard.
It was already four in the afternoon.
Then her phone rang again.
"Good afternoon. This is Nora speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hello, Nora."
The voice on the other end was pleasant, unhurried, and distinctly amused.
"I'd like to discuss my account."
"Of course. May I have your account number?"
The woman gave it to her.
Nora immediately began typing.
"My name is Evelyn, by the way."
"Thank you, Ms. Evelyn. One moment, please."
"You have a lovely voice."
"Thank you. Your account is now open."
A soft laugh.
"You're quite efficient."
"That's my job."
"Do you ever slow down?"
"When the market closes."
"Wonderful. Perhaps I should call then."
"Certainly. Our customer service hours are listed on the website."
Another laugh.
Nora frowned at her monitor.
What was so funny?
Evelyn was accustomed to getting attention.
She came from a wealthy, established family, possessed a rather intimidating investment portfolio, and had more invitations to exclusive social events than she could possibly attend.
Men pursued her for her beauty, status, family name, and fortune.
She rejected them all.
Women were generally more interesting.
Evelyn enjoyed meeting beautiful, intelligent people, and she had never lacked opportunities for romance.
Still, nobody had managed to convince her that settling down was worth the trouble.
Then she encountered Nora.
A woman who sounded charmingly light and clear over the phone, yet seemed determined to finish every conversation before Evelyn had completed a sentence.
It was refreshing.
For once, Evelyn had met someone who wasn't remotely impressed by her.
Admittedly, Nora hadn't seen her investment portfolio yet.
Evelyn decided to remedy that.
Her next securities order was substantial.
Very substantial.
Nora stared at the amount on her screen.
"Ms. Evelyn, could you confirm that figure?"
"Certainly."
Nora read it aloud.
"Correct."
"That's a considerable position."
"I'm aware."
"Have you reviewed the associated risks?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I'll proceed with the order."
Evelyn smiled.
No gasp.
No sudden admiration.
Just another transaction.
How delightful.
A week later, Evelyn requested a change of account representative.
Her new designated broker?
Nora.
Nora stared at the notification.
Then the account balance.
Then the name again.
'Oh.'
That was quite a client.
She answered the next call with noticeably greater enthusiasm.
"Good morning, Ms. Evelyn! How can I assist you today?"
Evelyn paused.
"Was that a smile I heard?"
"I'm always happy to assist our clients."
"Of course you are."
"What would you like to trade today?"
Evelyn named another impressive amount.
Nora almost dropped her pen.
She recovered immediately.
"An excellent choice, provided it suits your investment objectives."
Evelyn laughed.
She was beginning to enjoy this far too much.
Over the following weeks, Evelyn became a familiar voice in Nora's daily routine.
She called about market movements, transactions, and investment opportunities.
Sometimes she asked questions she already knew the answers to.
Sometimes she simply wanted to hear Nora talk.
Nora gradually learned that Evelyn enjoyed classical music, fine dining, expensive cars, and traveling whenever the mood struck her.
Evelyn discovered that Nora drank black coffee, disliked unnecessary meetings, and considered a quiet weekend with no ringing phones an extravagant luxury.
They also argued.
Frequently.
"You sound tired, Nora."
"I'm working."
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes."
"What did you have?"
Nora glanced at the unopened sandwich on her desk.
"...Lunch."
"How descriptive."
"Ms. Evelyn, was there anything else regarding your account?"
"You're avoiding the question."
"And you're avoiding the purpose of this telephone line."
Evelyn smiled.
There it was.
That wonderfully impatient voice.
One afternoon, she decided to take their conversations a little further.
"Nora, would you have dinner with me?"
Silence.
"Ms. Evelyn?"
"Yes?"
"Are you asking me to attend a business meeting?"
"No. I'm asking you out."
Nora stopped typing.
"...Excuse me?"
"Dinner. Somewhere nice. My treat."
"I'm afraid I don't socialize privately with clients."
"Why not?"
"It's a professional boundary."
"Surely one dinner wouldn't hurt."
"That's not the point."
"What if I promise not to discuss the markets?"
"Ms. Evelyn."
"Or perhaps lunch would be easier?"
"No."
"Coffee?"
"Still no."
Evelyn gave a small laugh.
"You're remarkably difficult to persuade."
Nora's expression hardened.
"And you're remarkably persistent."
For once, Evelyn missed the warning in her voice.
"I'm only asking you to dinner."
"And I've already declined."
The silence that followed was considerably less pleasant.
Nora ended the call as professionally as she could.
Then she sat back in her chair.
'Unbelievable.'
She had spent years maintaining a firm boundary between her clients and her personal life.
Now one extremely wealthy woman seemed to think those rules were negotiable.
The following morning, Nora filed a formal complaint.
Her supervisor summoned her later that afternoon.
"Look, Nora. Evelyn is one of our largest clients."
"And?"
"She's a woman."
Nora stared at him.
"...And?"
"Perhaps you're taking this a little too seriously."
"She repeatedly asked me out after I declined."
"She's probably just being friendly."
"Would you say the same thing if she were a man?"
Her supervisor looked away.
"We don't want to create unnecessary problems with such an important account."
Nora couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"So the solution is to ignore my complaint?"
"I'm asking you to be reasonable."
Nora stood.
"That's exactly what I was hoping the company would do."
She left his office furious.
For the first time in her career, a large account balance had become something she genuinely resented.
Evelyn was not accustomed to being rejected quite so decisively.
Nora had stopped taking her calls directly.
Business communications were now handled through the office's regular channels.
Evelyn found the entire situation deeply frustrating.
She hadn't meant to offend anyone.
She'd simply asked an attractive woman to dinner.
All right.
Several times.
But surely that wasn't a crime?
That evening, she visited an exclusive lounge she frequented.
A familiar hostess greeted her.
"Rough day?"
"Apparently, I'm a terrible person."
The hostess raised an eyebrow.
"That's quite a dramatic opening."
Evelyn explained the situation.
The calls.
The invitation.
The refusal.
The complaint.
By the time she finished, the hostess had set down her glass.
"Did she tell you no?"
"Yes."
"More than once?"
Evelyn hesitated.
"...Yes."
"Then I think I see the problem."
Evelyn sighed.
"I wasn't trying to buy her attention."
"Perhaps not."
The hostess leaned back.
"But you're accustomed to people saying yes to you."
Evelyn said nothing.
"People like us live in rather unusual worlds," the hostess continued. "Money, influence, private clubs, invitations that arrive without warning. What's normal to you might feel overwhelming to someone else."
"She thinks I only noticed her because she's my broker."
"Well, you did arrange to make her your broker."
Evelyn frowned.
"You're not helping."
"I'm not being paid to agree with you."
"Technically—"
"Don't finish that sentence."
Evelyn laughed despite herself.
Then she fell quiet.
For perhaps the first time, she considered how the situation might have looked from Nora's side.
An influential client.
Repeated personal invitations.
A workplace unwilling to support its own employee.
That wasn't particularly romantic.
It was rather awful, actually.
"...I see."
The hostess smiled.
"Good. That's a start."
The following morning, a small bouquet arrived at Nora's office.
There was a card.
I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable.
You were right to expect me to respect your boundaries.
— Evelyn
Nora read it twice.
Then a third time.
"Hmph."
She placed it beside her monitor.
The next day, a cake arrived.
A very expensive cake.
Another note accompanied it.
No invitations. No expectations.
Just an apology, and a thank-you for being patient with me.
Nora stared at the box.
"Does this woman think she can apologize with dessert?"
Her colleague looked up.
"Can she?"
"No."
"Then can I have a slice?"
Nora considered the question.
"...Fine."
By lunchtime, half the department had sampled Evelyn's apology.
Nora eventually sent a short message through the approved client communication channel.
Nora: Thank you for the flowers and cake. I appreciate the apology, but please don't send anything else to the office.
The reply came shortly afterward.
Evelyn: Understood. No more deliveries.
Evelyn: And I'm sorry, Nora.
Nora looked at the messages for a while.
At least Evelyn had finally listened.
Over the following days, everything returned to normal.
Mostly.
Evelyn's transactions continued through the usual channels.
She didn't ask for dinner.
Didn't attempt to arrange private meetings.
Didn't turn every business question into an invitation.
Oddly enough, Nora began to miss her voice.
She found this deeply irritating.
'Absolutely not.'
She was simply accustomed to an unusually talkative client.
That was all.
Then, one afternoon, Nora noticed Evelyn's name on the incoming call list.
She hesitated.
The office had confirmed that she could decline direct contact and keep all transactions within the regular service process.
She considered doing exactly that.
Instead, she answered.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Evelyn."
A familiar voice replied.
"Hello, Nora."
Something in Nora's chest gave an entirely unnecessary little flutter.
She ignored it.
"How may I assist you?"
"First, thank you for taking my call."
"You're welcome."
"And second, I have an investment order."
Nora straightened.
"Of course."
"I'd like to purchase one hundred and forty-three shares of the stock we discussed."
Nora opened the relevant record.
"One hundred and forty-three?"
"Yes."
"That's a rather specific quantity."
"I thought so too."
Nora began checking the order details.
Then paused.
143.
She recognized that number.
One letter.
Four letters.
Three letters.
I love you.
Nora slowly closed her eyes.
'No.'
Surely not.
"Ms. Evelyn."
"Yes?"
"Did you choose that quantity for a particular reason?"
A pause.
"Would it make you angry if I said yes?"
Nora covered her face.
"This is a securities order."
"Correct."
"Not a greeting card."
"Also correct."
"You are unbelievable."
Evelyn laughed softly.
"I did review the investment first, if that helps."
"Not particularly!"
"Would you like me to change the quantity?"
Nora stared at her screen.
One hundred and forty-three.
Of course.
Only Evelyn would find a way to turn an otherwise legitimate investment into the world's most expensive love note.
And the worst part?
Nora was smiling.
"...You're ridiculous."
"I've been told."
"Several times, I imagine."
"Mostly by one very charming broker."
Nora's cheeks warmed.
"Let's just process your order."
"Certainly."
After completing the required confirmations, Nora paused.
Then, in a voice barely above a murmur, she added:
"...And thank you."
Evelyn didn't ask what for.
For once, she was sensible enough to leave it there.
A few weeks later, Nora received a request to deliver some signed documents to Evelyn.
Ordinarily, the paperwork could have been handled electronically.
Unfortunately, this particular set required physical signatures and identity verification.
Nora volunteered to handle the appointment herself.
Her colleague looked surprised.
"Really? I thought you didn't like that client."
"I don't."
"Then why are you going?"
"Because I'm her designated broker."
"Right."
"And someone has to make sure the documents are correct."
"Of course."
"And I happen to have some free time that afternoon."
Her colleague smiled.
Nora narrowed her eyes.
"Don't."
"I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking something."
"That's not against company policy."
Nora picked up the folder and walked away.
Before leaving, she called Evelyn.
"Ms. Evelyn, I have the documents you need to sign. I'll bring them over on Friday."
"How thoughtful."
"It's part of my job."
"Of course."
"And please don't misunderstand. I'm only delivering paperwork."
"I understand."
"I'll hand over the documents, confirm the signatures, and leave."
"Perfectly reasonable."
"No dinner invitations."
"Understood."
"No unnecessary detours."
"Naturally."
A pause.
Then Evelyn asked, "Would you like me to prepare a table for signing?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Tea?"
"That won't be necessary."
"Water?"
"Ms. Evelyn."
"Just being hospitable."
Nora sighed.
"I'll see you Friday."
"I look forward to it."
The call ended.
Nora looked down at her phone.
Why did that woman always sound so pleased with herself?
Friday arrived.
Nora dressed professionally, organized the documents, and reminded herself that this was strictly a business appointment.
A client visit.
Nothing more.
She repeated that thought twice during the journey.
The meeting location was an elegant private reception lounge inside an upscale office building.
Nora arrived five minutes early.
She checked the time.
Adjusted the folder beneath her arm.
Then heard a familiar voice.
"Nora?"
She turned.
And forgot everything she'd planned to say.
Standing a few steps away was a tall woman with long, pale mint-green hair.
She wore a beautifully tailored suit, simple jewelry, and an expression of effortless composure.
She was mature.
Elegant.
Strikingly handsome.
And unmistakably beautiful.
Her green hair fell over one shoulder as she tilted her head, smiling with quiet amusement.
"Hello."
Nora stared.
'...'
'Oh.'
'Oh, no.'
The voice.
That lovely, unhurried voice.
It belonged to this woman?
This woman?!
Evelyn approached.
"You must be Nora."
Nora opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
For a woman who spent most of her life talking on the telephone, this was a remarkable professional failure.
Evelyn stopped before her.
"Is something wrong?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"You're staring."
"I'm assessing the situation."
Evelyn's smile widened.
"I see. Should I be concerned?"
"That depends."
"On?"
Nora looked away.
"...Nothing."
'Pull yourself together.'
This was Evelyn.
The irritating client.
The woman with terrible timing.
The woman who apparently believed securities transactions were an acceptable form of romantic correspondence.
And unfortunately—
'She's exactly my type.'
Evelyn gestured toward a nearby table.
"Shall we go over the documents?"
"Yes."
Nora followed her.
She was very glad the paperwork gave her something to look at other than Evelyn's face.
Unfortunately, Evelyn sat opposite her.
Which made the situation considerably worse.
They reviewed the documents.
Evelyn signed everything correctly.
No flirting.
No unnecessary comments.
Not even a joke.
She was polite, attentive, and thoroughly professional.
Nora found this increasingly frustrating.
'What's wrong with her?'
'She's usually much more annoying than this.'
Evelyn returned the final document.
"All done."
Nora checked the signatures.
Everything was correct.
"Thank you. That concludes the appointment."
"Wonderful."
Evelyn stood.
"It was lovely finally meeting you, Nora."
She offered her hand.
Nora took it.
Warm.
Gentle.
A perfectly normal handshake.
Evelyn released her hand.
"Have a safe trip home."
Nora blinked.
"...That's it?"
Evelyn looked puzzled.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're just going to let me leave?"
A brief silence.
"You specifically asked me to."
Nora stared at her.
That was true.
Annoyingly true.
Evelyn smiled politely.
"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable again."
Nora looked down at her folder.
Then at Evelyn.
Then toward the lounge entrance.
'Oh, come on.'
She'd spent weeks telling this woman to stop pushing.
Now Evelyn was finally behaving herself.
And Nora suddenly wanted her to stop behaving quite so well.
"...Actually."
Evelyn paused.
"Yes?"
Nora adjusted the folder against her chest.
"Would you like to get coffee?"
For the first time since they'd met, Evelyn appeared genuinely surprised.
"Coffee?"
"Yes."
"With me?"
Nora rolled her eyes.
"No, with the receptionist. Of course with you."
Evelyn's expression slowly brightened.
Then came that familiar laugh.
"Oh, Nora."
"What?"
"Who was it that insisted she was only here to deliver documents?"
Nora's face warmed.
"I've finished delivering them."
"Ah."
"So technically, I'm off duty."
"Technically."
"Are you going to keep repeating everything I say?"
Evelyn pressed a hand lightly against her lips, trying not to laugh.
"My apologies."
Nora glared at her.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Coffee. Yes or no?"
Evelyn smiled.
"Yes, Nora. I'd love to."
Nora turned toward the entrance.
"Good."
They walked together.
After a moment, Evelyn spoke.
"May I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Would you still have invited me if I'd looked completely different?"
Nora nearly stumbled.
"...Excuse me?"
"Just curious."
Nora considered denying everything.
She considered explaining that physical appearance had absolutely nothing to do with her decision.
She considered delivering a lengthy speech about personality, values, and mutual respect.
Unfortunately, Evelyn was walking beside her, looking entirely too beautiful for any of those arguments to survive.
"...Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Don't push your luck."
Evelyn laughed.
Nora looked away to hide her smile.
Then she added, very quietly:
"But I did like your voice first."
Evelyn stopped laughing.
For a moment, she simply looked at Nora.
Her expression softened.
"Really?"
Nora immediately regretted saying anything.
"Forget it."
"I don't think I will."
"Evelyn."
"Yes?"
"Coffee."
"Right away."
They stepped out into the afternoon sunlight.
Nora still had three priorities in life.
Her clients.
Her commissions.
And getting home before midnight.
But as Evelyn held the café door open for her, Nora began to suspect that her list might need revising.
Just a little.
Perhaps one additional entry.
Preferably with long mint-green hair.
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