#224. Mad
To: Jean Grey
From: Raven Darkholme
Subject: Your Press
Dear So-called BFF,
I'm hurt.
Never call, never write. Jean, dear, one would think you almost want nothing to do with me. But we both know that's a lie. Not satisfied with your big brute of a boytoy? Those claws just not scratching the right itch, hmmm? Such a pity.
I saw you made the news again. Silly girl, did you honestly expect no one to discover your dirty little secret? A little tete-a-tete with the big bad wolf and you thought you'd get away with it scott free? Darling you should have realized that as soon as you stepped into the badly lit little facility that the press would get wind of it.
Where was your spin on it Jeannie? The denial you surely could have released? You missed a perfect opportunity to cry wolf and brand me as the perpetrator, using your form to get close to the wanted man.
You need to ream out your PR department. Their handling of this was atrocious. Were they this bad after that whole planet eating fiasco?
And they say I'm mad as birds.
Pitiful darling.
Hugs and kisses,
Raven
From: Raven Darkholme
Subject: Your Press
Dear So-called BFF,
I'm hurt.
Never call, never write. Jean, dear, one would think you almost want nothing to do with me. But we both know that's a lie. Not satisfied with your big brute of a boytoy? Those claws just not scratching the right itch, hmmm? Such a pity.
I saw you made the news again. Silly girl, did you honestly expect no one to discover your dirty little secret? A little tete-a-tete with the big bad wolf and you thought you'd get away with it scott free? Darling you should have realized that as soon as you stepped into the badly lit little facility that the press would get wind of it.
Where was your spin on it Jeannie? The denial you surely could have released? You missed a perfect opportunity to cry wolf and brand me as the perpetrator, using your form to get close to the wanted man.
You need to ream out your PR department. Their handling of this was atrocious. Were they this bad after that whole planet eating fiasco?
And they say I'm mad as birds.
Pitiful darling.
Hugs and kisses,
Raven