Brad! That's wonderful. You know, we will be needing an in house attorney for the studio. Maybe I can lure you away from CP&S? Give me a call when you get back, we can have lunch.
*Brad slipped into his office early to catch up. The fact his move went unnoticed only amplified Alan's imaginary taunt that he was bland. He knew he wasn't - and Carolina's message was verification. He smiled as he listened - then returned her call*
"Entertainment attorneys in LA are as prevalent as Escalades on the 405. Nonetheless, I'm a big believer in options. So you've exchanged running Jacks Industries for life as a studio wrangler?"
Well, well, Mr. Chase. I have missed you very much. And I decided to stop the rat race and swim with the sharks, instead. Some new changes and paths all around.
*Brad sputtered coffee on the Ehrin prenup, smearing it across the assets and debts breakdown and giving up as he leaned forward*
"Are you - Is that... you mean the Academy Awards? *regaining composure* Well, I don't know Ms. Jacks. My social calendar for February is nearly full."
"You mean our industry doesn't have a lock on the shark euphemism?"
Pity...I really was hoping you'd come along. I'll have had the baby by then, and hopefully can fit into something decent. You can ogle Charlize Theron all night.
*Carolina smiled, putting her hand on her growing middle.*
And, no, love. Sharks seem to swim in all kinds of oceans.
*Brad discards his flippant tone at the mention of her... situation*
"God, Carolina. You're doing it - the baby. From a single ex-operative to a mother of three in a half dozen months. If at all possible, of course I'll be there - and not for any airhead actress. You need me - just whistle."
Well, I actually am looking forward to it. And I know you are here for me, Brad. And my brood and I are here for you. I miss seeing you. Why don't you come over for dinner one night?
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"Entertainment attorneys in LA are as prevalent as Escalades on the 405. Nonetheless, I'm a big believer in options. So you've exchanged running Jacks Industries for life as a studio wrangler?"
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Well, well, Mr. Chase. I have missed you very much. And I decided to stop the rat race and swim with the sharks, instead. Some new changes and paths all around.
Will you escort me to the Oscars?
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"Are you - Is that... you mean the Academy Awards? *regaining composure* Well, I don't know Ms. Jacks. My social calendar for February is nearly full."
"You mean our industry doesn't have a lock on the shark euphemism?"
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*Carolina smiled, putting her hand on her growing middle.*
And, no, love. Sharks seem to swim in all kinds of oceans.
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"God, Carolina. You're doing it - the baby. From a single ex-operative to a mother of three in a half dozen months. If at all possible, of course I'll be there - and not for any airhead actress. You need me - just whistle."
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*chuckles*
Come for dinner. The girls would love to see you and so would I.
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By the way...Joel...he might call you, about the divorce. I told him that he could talk to you, if he had issues about it. Okay?
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*coughs*
...since I tried to strangle him in the CP&S New York office...*mumbles*
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Besides, it's the price of falling in love.
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