CHARACTERS
| TOMEK | Late 20s. Polish. A programmer. Guarded. Currently desperate. |
| SHARON | Late 20s. Receptionist. North Cork. No filter. Crumbles under pressure. |
| SYLVIE | Early 30s. French. Senior developer. Misses nothing. Unflappable. |
| MARCUS CHEN | 40s. Senior Partner, client side. Polished, discreet. |
| MRS CHEN | 40s. Senior Counsel. Family law. Cross-examines for a living. |
SETTING
An open plan office on the fourth floor of a tech consultancy in Dublin. Monday morning. SYLVIE is at her desk, back to the room, apparently deep in work. She is easy to overlook. SHARON is hovering near the printer — she has no business being on this floor.
One Act Sketch
TOMEK enters with coffee, aiming to slip past. SHARON spots him.
SHARON (stage whisper)
Tomek! To-mek. Come here. Come HERE, boy.
TOMEK
Morning, Sharon.
SHARON
Don’t you “morning Sharon” me. I have been dying to talk to you since yesterday. My brother. Ciarán. You know Ciarán.
TOMEK
I do not think I —
SHARON
Yeah you do. You were on Grindr. He showed me your profile. That picture with the dog that is not your dog? He said you told him it was your sister’s dog. I said that’s fierce sneaky, like, using a dog you don’t even own.
TOMEK
Sharon —
SHARON
So imagine my surprise, Sunday morning, I’ve popped round Ciarán’s to borrow his airfryer, and who comes scurrying out the front door? Marcus Chen. Senior Partner. Client side. Nearly dropped my smoothie. And then Ciarán tells me you were both there Saturday night. The three of ye. Together. (she mimes something vague but unmistakable) I didn’t even know that was a thing Ciarán was into.
TOMEK
Please stop talking.
SHARON
I’m not judging! Fair play to you, boy. And Marcus Chen is quite fit for an older man, isn’t he? Ciarán said he was nervous at first but after a few drinks —
TOMEK
Sharon. Whatever Ciarán told you — whatever you think you saw — it does not get repeated. Not to anyone. Not to your mates, not in the canteen, not on social media. Nothing. Ever.
SHARON
I wouldn’t —
TOMEK
You are doing it now. In the office. Where anyone could walk past.
SHARON (chastened)
Yeah, alright. Point taken, so it is.
TOMEK
Marcus Chen is a senior partner. At our client. If this gets out — if there is even a rumour — that is his marriage, his career, my career, and probably your job too. HR would investigate how it started. It would get back to you.
SHARON
His marriage? (lowering her voice) I said to Ciarán, isn’t he married? And Ciarán said yeah but it’s one of them arrangements. Open or whatever.
TOMEK
I do not want to know.
SHARON
‘Tis a dangerous game though, boy. His wife is a senior counsel. Family law. She’s made her name turning wealthy men into significantly less wealthy men.
TOMEK
That is not making me feel better.
SHARON (smaller now)
I wasn’t gonna tell anyone. I just thought it was mad, like. What are the chances?
TOMEK
Dublin is a village. I need your word.
SHARON
You have it. I swear.
He heads toward his desk. Stops. Turns back.
TOMEK
Tell Ciarán I said hi. And that I am not answering his texts.
SHARON
He’s gutted, boy. He proper likes you.
TOMEK
He likes everyone, Sharon. That is the problem.
He turns to go.
SYLVIE (without turning around)
Three people. That is complicated.
TOMEK and SHARON freeze.
SHARON
… How long have you been there?
SYLVIE (turning now)
I have been here since eight o’clock. I sit here every day. My name is on the desk.
TOMEK
Sylvie. We were just —
SYLVIE
Discussing arrangements. Yes. Open ones, apparently.
SHARON
You heard all of that?
SYLVIE
The airfryer. The Grindr. The dog that is not his dog. Yes.
TOMEK
Sylvie —
SYLVIE
Relax. I pay attention. I do not care. There is a difference.
TOMEK
You do not care.
SYLVIE
What you do on weekends, with how many people, in what configurations — this is not my concern. I have code to write.
SHARON
So you won’t —
SYLVIE
I will not anything. I am French. We invented discretion.
Beat.
SHARON (exasperated)
Right. Grand. (sighs) I need a cup of tea after that.
A beat.
SHARON (mischievously)
Just one question though … which one of you boyos is “Bunny?”
TOMEK
Sharon! Goddamn it!
SYLVIE (stops typing)
Say “Bunny” again and I will make your calendar interesting.
MRS CHEN appears in the doorway. Elegant. Well-dressed. She surveys the room with the practised eye of someone who cross-examines for a living.
TOMEK and SHARON straighten up quickly like naughty children.
MRS (CHEN)
Good morning. I hope I’m not interrupting.
SHARON
Not at all! Can I help you?
MRS (CHEN)
I’m looking for my husband. Marcus Chen. I was told this was his floor.
SHARON
Oh, you’re Mrs Chen! He’s not here just now, but he’s usually in around —
MRS (CHEN)
Yes, I know his schedule. (pleasant smile) I thought I’d pop in. See where he spends all his time. He’s been working such long hours lately. Saturdays, even.
Tiny pause.
SHARON
Saturdays. Right. Yeah.
MRS (CHEN)
There was some sort of team building exercise this weekend, apparently. Saturday evening. He didn’t get home until nearly one in the morning. (still pleasant) Interesting schedule for a work event.
TOMEK
These things can… run late.
MRS (CHEN glancing at him, then dismissing)
Mm. (her attention moves to SYLVIE) And you are?
SYLVIE
Sylvie. Senior developer.
MRS (CHEN)
French?
SYLVIE
Yes.
MRS (CHEN)
How lovely. Do you work closely with my husband?
SYLVIE
When the project requires it.
MRS (CHEN)
And does it? Require it?
SYLVIE
From time to time.
MRS (CHEN)
I see. (beat) Were you at the team building on Saturday?
SYLVIE
No.
MRS (CHEN)
No?
SYLVIE
I do not attend optional social events. I prefer to keep my weekends for myself.
MRS (CHEN)
How sensible. (beat) So you weren’t there.
SYLVIE
I was at home. Alone. Reading. I can recommend the book if you like.
MRS (CHEN)
That won’t be necessary.
SYLVIE
It is quite good. A legal thriller. The wife discovers her husband has been —
MRS (CHEN cutting her off)
Thank you. (turns away from Sylvie)
MRS CHEN’s attention shifts to SHARON. Her manner softens. Girl-to-girl.
MRS (CHEN)
And you must be…?
SHARON
Sharon. Reception. I’m not usually on this floor, I was just —
MRS (CHEN)
Fixing the printer?
SHARON
How did you —
MRS (CHEN)
Lucky guess. (warm smile) You seem like someone who knows what goes on in this building, Sharon.
SHARON
I wouldn’t say that, now —
MRS (CHEN)
Don’t be modest. Receptionists see everything, don’t they? Who comes in late. Who leaves early. Who goes to lunch together.
SHARON
I suppose, but —
MRS (CHEN)
This team building on Saturday. Were you there?
SHARON
Me? No. God, no. They don’t invite reception to things like that.
MRS (CHEN)
But you know who was there.
SHARON
I … not really. I mean, I heard about it, but —
MRS (CHEN)
From whom?
SHARON
Just … around. You know how it is.
MRS (CHEN)
I do. (beat) And what did you hear?
SHARON
Nothing! Nothing specific. Just that there was a thing. A team thing. On Saturday.
MRS (CHEN)
A thing.
SHARON
A work thing. Very professional. Boring, probably. You know what these corporate events are like. Icebreakers and that.
MRS (CHEN)
Until one in the morning?
SHARON
Some icebreakers take a while to… break. The ice.
MRS CHEN studies her. SHARON is visibly sweating. TOMEK is motionless.
MRS (CHEN)
And you. (finally turning to TOMEK) You’ve been very quiet.
TOMEK
I do not have much to add.
MRS (CHEN)
No? You work with Marcus, don’t you?
TOMEK
On the project. Yes.
MRS (CHEN)
Were you at this team building?
TOMEK
Briefly.
MRS (CHEN)
Briefly.
TOMEK
I left early. I had other plans.
MRS (CHEN)
Other plans. On a Saturday night.
TOMEK
Yes.
MRS (CHEN)
What sort of plans?
TOMEK
Personal ones.
Beat. She looks at him. He holds her gaze.
MRS (CHEN)
I see. (she glances between the three of them) Well. You’ve all been very helpful.
SHARON
Have we?
MRS (CHEN)
In your own way. (checks her watch) Do tell Marcus I stopped by. And that I’ll see him at home. (smiles)
EXIT MRS CHEN. A long silence.
SHARON
Jesus Christ.
SYLVIE
She is good.
SHARON
She nearly had me! I was about to confess and I haven’t even done anything!
SYLVIE
That is what she does. She makes people say things for a living. Things they do not always want to say.
TOMEK’s phone pings. He glances at it. His face drops.
SHARON
What?
TOMEK
Ciarán.
SHARON
What’s he saying?
TOMEK (reading)
Mrs Chen just followed him on Instagram.
Beat.
SHARON
She what?
TOMEK
And me. Just now. Both of us.
SYLVIE
She knew before she walked in. She was confirming which one of you is the idiot.
SHARON
Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus, Tomek.
TOMEK
This is bad.
SYLVIE
This is very bad.
MARCUS CHEN appears in the doorway. He glances down the corridor, then steps in. Everyone straightens up instantly — professional masks on.
MARCUS (CHEN)
Is she gone?
SHARON (brightly)
All clear!
MARCUS (CHEN relieved)
Good. Good. Thank you for covering. I know that wasn’t easy.
The others exchange glances. MARCUS doesn’t notice.
MARCUS (CHEN to Tomek)
Listen. I’ve been thinking about your proposal. The one you presented last week. Very impressive work.
TOMEK
Thank you.
MARCUS (CHEN)
I think there’s real potential. We should spend more time on it. Just the two of us. Offsite. Somewhere with fewer distractions.
SYLVIE
I hear Dalkey is lovely this time of year.
MARCUS (CHEN thrown)
I’m sorry?
SYLVIE
Dalkey. The sea views. Very private.
Beat. MARCUS stiffens.
MARCUS (CHEN)
I don’t know what you think you’re implying, but I’d be very careful —
TOMEK
Marcus.
MARCUS (CHEN)
— about making insinuations in a professional —
TOMEK
Marcus. Stop.
MARCUS stops. Surprised.
TOMEK
Your wife just followed me on Instagram. And Ciarán.
MARCUS (CHEN)
Who is Ciarán?
TOMEK
You know who Ciarán is.
Beat.
MARCUS (CHEN)
That doesn’t mean anything. She follows lots of people.
TOMEK
At nine thirty on a Monday morning? Five minutes after she was here?
SYLVIE
She is not stupid, Mr Chen. She is the opposite of stupid.
SHARON
She’s a senior counsel. Family law. She does this for a living.
MARCUS is silent. The reality landing.
TOMEK
There will be no offsite. There will be no Dalkey. There will be no “workshopping the proposal.”
MARCUS (CHEN)
Tomek —
TOMEK
Whatever this was — whatever you thought it was going to be — it is over. Before she turns both of us into a case study.
Beat. MARCUS looks at him. Then at SHARON and SYLVIE, who are very carefully not looking at him.
MARCUS (CHEN quietly)
Right. (straightens his jacket) Right. Well. I should… I have a meeting.
He goes. Quickly.
Silence.
SHARON
Did that just happen?
SYLVIE
It did.
SHARON
Tomek told off a senior partner.
SYLVIE
He did.
SHARON (to Tomek)
Are you alright?
TOMEK
I do not know. (beat) I think so. Yes.
SYLVIE
That was brave.
TOMEK
That was self-preservation.
SYLVIE
Sometimes they are the same thing.
Beat.
SHARON
Dublin’s a village.
TOMEK
So people keep saying.
He looks at his phone. Types something. Sends it.
SHARON
Who are you texting?
TOMEK
Ciarán.
SHARON
What are you telling him?
TOMEK
That I am answering his texts now.
SHARON grins.
SYLVIE
Progress.
TOMEK (almost smiling)
Progress.
Lights fade.
END
