Tied Up in Business: Dress Code Discipline - The Spectator’s POV

A Playful Office Comedy Script READ THE FIRST PART: Tied Up in Business: Dress Code Discipline

SETTING: The corporate sales office has cubicles, glass-walled offices, and gossip-hungry employees. Phones ring, keyboards clack, and coffee cups clink—until something more interesting happens.

CHARACTERS:

• Max Dawson – Felix’s sales co-worker, a chronic procrastinator who thrives on workplace drama.

• Felix Harper – The nerdy, number-obsessed sales rep with questionable fashion choices.

• Ms. Vivian Blake – The office’s overbearing, satin-clad, dress-code enforcer with a dangerously tight pencil skirt and a flair for discipline.

SCENE: The Show Through the Glass

(Max leans back in his chair, munching on a bagel, lazily staring through the office’s glass-walled meeting room where Felix and Ms. Vivian are standing. He has no idea what’s being said—but the body language is telling him a lot.)

(He takes another bite of his bagel. Chews. Squints. Tilts his head.)

MAX (muttering to himself) “Okay… what in the HR-violating hell is this?”

(Felix looks nervous, fidgeting with his shirt collar. Vivian, standing way too close, pulls out a tie.)

MAX (gasping dramatically, glancing around) “Oh my god. She’s… she’s dressing him. She’s literally putting it on him.”

(Max shoves the rest of his bagel in his mouth like he’s watching a telenovela. His eyes dart between Felix’s flustered expression and Vivian’s dangerously slow movements as she loops the tie around his neck.)

MAX (still chewing) “Dude. No way. She’s tying it for him. That’s intimate. That’s, like, wife-level intimacy. What is happening?”

(Vivian tightens the knot. Felix jolts slightly, mouth parting in shock.)

MAX (nearly choking) “DID SHE JUST—DID SHE JUST PULL HIM CLOSER?” (gasping, clutching his chest) “Am I watching an office romance or an interrogation?”

(Felix awkwardly nods along as Vivian smooths the tie down his chest, her nails trailing just a little too slowly. Felix swallows hard, his hands frozen at his sides.)

MAX (whispering in awe) “She is petting him. She is literally—oh my god, this is a power move. She just house-trained my guy with a necktie.”

(Felix mutters something, looking like a man who just saw the face of God—or at least, a woman who might be one. Vivian gives him one last smirk before strutting away.)

(Felix stands there. Blinking. Processing. Adjusting his tie like it’s suddenly a weighted chain of responsibility—and something else Max can’t quite describe.)

MAX (throwing his arms up) “AND SHE JUST WALKED AWAY? Like she owns him now? Did I just watch a corporate dominance ritual?!”

(Felix finally stumbles back to his desk, his eyes wide, his tie perfectly in place. Max wheels his chair over immediately.)

MAX (grinning like a lunatic) “So. Uh. You wanna explain what the hell just happened in there, buddy?”

(Felix stares at his computer, dazed.)

FELIX (softly, still adjusting his tie) “…I think I need a cigarette, and I don’t even smoke.”

(Max slowly nods, then casually slides a cigarette across the desk, just in case.)

FADE OUT:

MORAL OF THE STORY: Some people close sales. Some people get closed. Felix? He got tied to the job—literally.