Bethany and Shayla meet in a quiet café… but their smiles hide a dangerous plan.
Sharra has no idea a silent storm is about to hit her life.
INT. CAFÉ — AFTERNOON
Bethany sits alone at a small table, nervously sipping her iced latte.
She checks her watch. Again.
She exhales, frustrated.
BETHANY
(under her breath)
Honestly… her timing is impossible.
The café door swings open. Shayla rushes in, waving.
SHAYLA
Bethany! Over here!
Shayla plops into the seat across from her, a little breathless.
BETHANY
You’re late… again.
SHAYLA
(grinning, playful)
I had to make sure no one was following me.
You never know who’s listening these days.
Bethany leans forward, lowering her voice.
BETHANY
Good. Because we need to be careful.
Sharra’s becoming a problem. Everyone’s talking, and we can’t just sit back.
Shayla’s eyes spark with mischief.
SHAYLA
I know. That’s why I brought my notes.
She pulls out a doodle-covered notebook and flips it open.
SHAYLA
(whispering)
I’ve been thinking of ways to… you know… get her off our path.
Bethany raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
BETHANY
Oh really? This sounds serious. Spill it.
Shayla leans closer, voice dropping even lower.
SHAYLA
Step one: figure out her schedule.
Find out when she’s alone, distracted…
Then we plan something that makes her look bad without anyone suspecting us.
Bethany smirks, impressed.
BETHANY
Low-risk, high-impact. Love it.
Shayla taps her notebook excitedly.
SHAYLA
Step two: gather intel from her friends.
Find her vulnerabilities.
Step three: move subtly… then strike at the perfect moment.
Bethany’s eyes glitter with thrill.
BETHANY
Perfect. I already know who we can talk to.
Maybe plant a rumor or two. Nothing obvious—just enough to shake her.
Shayla giggles.
SHAYLA
Exactly! It has to look natural.
Like life is just happening around her.
Bethany relaxes back in her chair, energized.
BETHANY
It feels good having a plan.
We’re finally taking control.
Shayla nods sharply.
SHAYLA
Control is everything.
And if we play this right…
She’ll never see it coming.
Bethany’s phone buzzes. She checks it—smirks.
BETHANY
Perfect timing.
A little intel from one of Sharra’s friends…
Looks like step one already started.
Shayla beams.
SHAYLA
See? This is going to be fun.
Timing is key.
Bethany leans in with a sly smile.
BETHANY
Patience is my middle name.
But when we move, we move fast.
And I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.
The girls share a quiet, electric laugh.
The café noise fades around them.
BETHANY
So… what’s our first move?
Shayla leans back, pretending to think.
SHAYLA
We wait for her to slip.
Everyone has a weakness.
When it shows—
we’re ready.
Bethany nods slowly, liking the sound of it.
BETHANY
We’ll be the invisible hands guiding the chaos.
Shayla gives a dramatic, satisfied nod.
SHAYLA
By the time she figures it out,
it’ll be too late.
Bethany scans the café cautiously.
BETHANY
This is going to be legendary.
Sharra scrambling…
and us quietly watching.
Shayla laughs lightly.
SHAYLA
But remember—this stays between us.
If anyone finds out, the plan falls apart.
Bethany smirks, pocketing her phone.
BETHANY
Secrets and strategy.
That’s how we win.
They stand, their energy humming.
BETHANY
Time to put the plan into action.
SHAYLA
(clapping softly)
Let the games begin.
Sharra won’t know what hit her.
EXT. STREET — CONTINUOUS
Sunlight spills across the sidewalk.
The air buzzes with anticipation as Bethany and Shayla walk off—
two masterminds with a silent storm brewing behind every step.
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