POST COCKROACH DEBRIEF

ACT 6 - SCENE 6

Post-Cockroach Debrief

11:47 P.M.

Same Day – Andrew's Study

Dim lights glowed from a chandelier and lamp, casting a cozy

hue across the study. Andrew sat behind a long obsidian

mahogany desk, flipping through merger files. His glasses sat

askew, hair tousled, one hand gripping a pen hovering over a

file he hadn't yet signed.

But his mind wasn't on the paperwork. It was on her.

The morning.

He couldn't stop thinking. The way she shoved him into the

bathroom, the gasp she let out when he got close, the blush

creeping up her cheeks when he yanked her against him, her

face pressed into his chest. The way she clutched his shirt

instantly—those wide eyes.

Andrew leaned back in his chair and sighed.

> "Four years, Sarah. Four years. I've waited for you. From the

day I first saw you at the podium—I swear, nobody knows

how hard it was to forget you."

He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply.

> "I didn't even know—all I needed was you. And now that

you're here, I'll never let you disappear from my sight. Never."

A real smile crept onto his lips.

> "Never thought I'd see that smile again..."

Andrew's Internal Monologue:

> She didn't scream. Not when I pulled her. Not when I was

that close to her face. She didn't flinch. She froze.

That heartbeat—that wasn't fear.

I've seen her scared. Terrified. Broken. But in that bathroom...

that was different.

God. That blush.

She burns so easily. Like I could hold her in my hands and

she'd melt.

She's not ready... but she's changing. And maybe—just

maybe—that change includes me.

He smirked faintly.

> But next time, I won't need a cockroach to hold her.

He stood, picked up the coat from his chair, and walked out of

the study.

Lian entered, holding a stack of files. He bowed, "Sir, your files

are—"

Andrew cut him off as he passed: "Place them on my desk. I'll

review them later. And tell Elena to bring my black coffee to

the study."

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Moments later – Sarah's Room

Andrew stood in front of her door. His hand twitched. He

hesitated. Knocked once.

No response.

He pushed the door open slightly. It was unlocked.

And there she was.

Asleep.

Nestled against a ridiculously plush pillow, cheeks squished

softly into it, lips slightly parted, breath slow.

He didn't move. Just stared.

Not like a man in love—but like a man ruined by it.

She looked so breakable like this. Just Sarah. Small. Still.

He stepped forward, barely breathing. The blanket had

slipped slightly. He fixed it with gentle hands—the kind never

seen in a boardroom—tucking the corner near her shoulder.

His fingers paused at the curve of her hairline. He brushed a

stray strand back.

His hands lingered. A beat too long.

His thumb brushed her cheek—too softly, too gently, like she

might vanish.

He leaned in. Placed the softest kiss on her temple. Then

pulled back.

He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him—

but not before glancing at her one last time.

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Back to Andrew's Study

Andrew sat in his leather chair, sipping the black coffee Elena

had just brought.

Enter: Sam.

Striding in like he owned the place, grinning like a devil, he

flopped dramatically onto the leather couch, feet up on the

table.

Andrew didn't flinch. Sipped his coffee like Sam didn't exist.

Sam poured himself a drink and finally smirked:

> "So... someone was hiding in the bathroom."

Cue Andrew choking on his coffee.

Andrew (deadpan): "SAM."

Sam (smirking): "What? Don't pretend you weren't there. With her."

> "I know you were in there."

Andrew: "So what if I was."

Sam: "Bathroom, Andrew. Really? Bold choice."

> "Don't tell me the cold, broody CEO melted because of one

nervous little girl with big eyes and a soft 'stay.'"

Andrew: "... Leave."

Sam (ignoring him):

> "The coat was on the armchair. And Sarah?"

Chuckles

"She looked like a cat caught beside a broken vase."

> "Four years of stalking—sorry, I mean 'professional

obsession'—and this is how you finally get trapped with her?"

Andrew (pinching the bridge of his nose): "You are

insufferable."

A faint smirk creeps onto his lips.

Sam (gasps):

> "OH MY GOD. Is that a blush?!"

> "Bro. Did something happen? Tell me. A forehead graze? A

hand touch? A 'catch-me-I'm-falling' moment?"

Andrew (mutters): "Shut. Up. Samuel."

> "There was a cockroach."

Sam (dramatic gasp):

> "Oh. My. GOD."

> Cracks up laughing.

"That's it! Don't tell me she clung to you because of that thing

—like a koala."

Andrew (deadpan, throws paperweight): "Get. Out."

Sam (catches it mid-air): "Sure. That counts as a yes."

Andrew clenched his jaw.

Sam (grinning devilishly):

> "Bro, admit you liked it. After all, I am the ultimate shipper,

dude."

Sam stood and walked toward Andrew's desk, leaning

casually against it.

> "Tomorrow, I'm making Lian clear your schedule."

Andrew (suspicious): "What?"

Sam:

> "Yup. No work. Just you, Sarah... and obviously, me."

Smirks

"I've planned something."

He walked out of the study, calling out:

> "Also—Lian deserves a raise!"

END OF ACT 6 - SCENE 6