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In an ultra-exclusive U.S. country club lounge at midday, bright winter sunlight cuts through tall windows onto glossy marble floors and velvet chairs. Mia (early 20s, white American, messy bun, faded college hoodie and jeans, tired but trying to stay calm) sits alone at a corner table with a worn backpack at her feet. Vanessa (early 20s, white American, designer dress, perfect makeup, icy expression) storms in with two well-dressed friends, looming over Mia with rigid posture and clenched jaw. The camera starts in a medium shot as Vanessa leans in, then snaps to a close-up as Vanessa’s manicured hand fists into Mia’s hair and yanks—Mia’s head whips back and she hits the marble with a sharp gasp, books skittering. Vanessa stands over her, breathing hard, and spits, “Get up. That’s my seat.” Cut to the doorway in a tight close-up: Governor Hayes (mid-50s, white American, tailored suit, controlled fury) appears backlit, frozen in shock, then his face hardens as he booms, “What the hell is going on?” The room goes dead silent, tension spiking with a low, ominous music hit. No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays.

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In an ultra-exclusive U.S. country club lounge at midday, bright winter sunlight cuts through tall windows onto gloss...

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