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[CONTENTID3] Tao and Tiffany’s House, Sunday Morning.

Tiffany walks down the hallway, with Sukjin (40, stocky), her contractor. She is inspecting the crown molding.

“It looks good,” Tiffany said with wide smile.

“Yes,”

“He does good work.”

“He's very good.” Sukjin compliments his assistant.

Tiffany looking around her surroundings and the only thing she could say just, “Nice, very nice.” Tiffany stops and looks at Sukjin. Sukjin looks back at her.

“Sukjin.”

“Yes?”

“Sukjin, if I asked you an honest question, do you think you could give me an honest answer?” Tiffany asked slowly.

Sukjin feeling something going to happen, “I think so.”

“Good, good. Because I think some of your guys have been - smoking.”

Tiffany looks at Sukjin. It is awkwardly silent.

“Sukjin?”

“Is that the question?” Sukjin asked back.

“Yes.”

“Oh. It seemed like a statement.”

“The question part was implied.”

“I didn't really hear it in the inflection-,” before Sukjin finished his words, Tiffany suddenly takes her steps closer to him.

“Sukjin - have your guys been smoking or not?”

Sukjin takes a deep breath and answer her, “No, ma'am. My guys do not smoke on the job site. They are all good guys."

“Are you sure your guys aren't sneaking around here? And smoking? And lying to me? And -- smoking?” Tiffany's starting to freak Sukjin out.

Sukjin shook his head, “I'm pretty sure.”

“I need you to be honest with me, Sukjin. Because I can't have someone lying to me. To my face. Under my roof. On my time.”

Sukjin said very softly, “That's a lot of prepositions...” Tiffany does not hear him and barrels on.

“I mean, there is no reason for that kind of dishonesty, is there? IS THERE? I mean, we made promises to one another –“

Sukjin looks at her and his mind already talking, “What the hell is she talking about?”

Tiffany’s going on, “What I mean is we had a contract. Which is like making promises to each other, right?”

“Maybe I should just get back to work,” Sukjin finally said wants to get out from there.

“Yes. Fine. Good idea.” Therefore, Sukjin starts to leave.

“Sukjin!”

“Yeah?” Sukjin turns stops his steps.

“But, we're good here, right? Me and you?” Tiffany asks and gets a blank stare from Sukjin.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. We're good.”

Tiffany slaps on a smile, “Okay, great. The molding