RICHARD:
"This elevator isn't for you."

The lobby became quiet.

David slowly looked at him.

His expression remained calm.

DAVID:
"Are you sure?"

Richard stepped closer.

RICHARD:
"Do you know who you're talking to?"

David looked directly into his eyes.

For the first time, Richard noticed something strange.

There was no fear in David's expression.

No nervousness.

No apology.

Just calm.

Then—

DING.

The private elevator doors opened.

Richard turned toward them.

And froze.

Inside stood the entire executive board.

The moment they saw David, every person inside immediately stood.

One of the senior executives spoke.

EXECUTIVE:
"Good morning, Chairman."

Silence.

Richard slowly turned back toward David.

His face lost all color.

RICHARD:
"Chairman...?"

David picked up his mop.

Then calmly stepped into the elevator.

Richard stood frozen outside.

Before the doors closed, David finally spoke.

DAVID:
"Yesterday, you judged me because of my uniform."

Richard couldn't answer.

David looked at him for one final moment.

DAVID:
"Today, you're learning why that's a dangerous habit."

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Richard stood alone in the enormous lobby.

For the first time in years, he had nothing to say.

Inside the elevator, David looked at the executive board.

One of them hesitated.

EXECUTIVE:
"Mr. Okonkwo... was that part of your inspection?"

David looked down at the mop still in his hand.

Then calmly replied:

DAVID:
"No."

A brief pause.

DAVID:
"That was just Richard being himself."

The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor.

David stepped out.

Behind him, the board members followed.

And Richard remained downstairs—staring at his own reflection in the polished marble floor.

“Sometimes, the uniform tells you nothing about the person wearing it.”

“Respect should never depend on someone's position.”