With her stylist friend’s contact details, Sandy turns to exit the locker room, but Marcel is standing right in the doorway.
Sandy: Here you go, Mr. Wolfe. She will be happy to assist you, just give her a call.
Marcel: Thank you. But I think I can wait for your schedule to open up. I’m sure it will happen sooner rather than later.
So, getting rid of him won’t be that easy, Sandy realizes.
- Mr. Wolfe, I am flattered by your attention, but I am starting to think you see me in a way one shouldn’t really see their son’s girlfriend.
Marcel: Would that be so bad? I can give you much, much more than my son can, that’s for sure.
Sandy: I think you should go, Mr. Wolfe.
Marcel: You’re kicking me out? Do you even know who I am?
Sandy: Yes, I know who you are. You are Marwick’s father and I think he would’ve been very disappointed to know about your behavior in here today and every other time you have come in to see me. Look, I am not planning to tell him about this, but you need to stop trying to meet me all the time. Frankly, it is very creepy. Now, I have clients waiting for me.
When Marcel makes no move to get out of the way, she is forced to practically squeeze past him, a fact that irritates her even more than his pleased smile.
Only when she leaves the room does she begin to realize how ridiculous this whole situation is. But she doesn’t want to tell Marwick. She doesn’t want to create a bad situation between family members.