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@jeffreyphilipsaltman
“It would appear I was being trained for self isolation.”
morgan-scarborough:
Is it January yet?
“The lights around say no.”
morgan-scarborough:
Not even a little bit.
It was private invite only. Besides, don’t you have a baby of your own keeping you busy. And a wife.
“Ice cold, I missed that part of you.”
“You forget my ability to multi-task. How is the first born? Apple of your eye? Light of your life? Reminder that we’re all just vehicles for a new human that will eventually surpass us? Congratulations, honestly, on the husband and the baby. Barefoot and pregnant, Morgan... never thought I’d see you domesticated, and yet... you’re a regular Martha Stewart. Cold hearted. Criminal.”
morgan-scarborough:
Fuck you, Jeff.
It’s my husband’s. Or did you miss the wedding announcement?
“Is that an offer?”
“Wedding? I love weddings, I’m devastated that I missed it.”
morgan-scarborough:
Well you know what they say, life finds a way.
“Really? Life finds a way? Are you birthing a dinosaur? Do you at least know the father?”
morgan-scarborough:
Much more appropriate. I’m sure your haters will love it.
It’s the glow of pregnancy, actually.
“One can only hope.”
“Again? You do know how contraception works, right?”
morgan-scarborough:
You gonna blog about it or something?
“A blog? I’m not twelve, please. I’m going to Instagram rant story about it like a social influencer. You’re looking radiant, blood of virgins clearly working.”
“I can’t say I found this book all that thrilling.”
diane-ps:
Would you like me to find you another? I’d just rather us have a bit more control over the story.
Oh. I’m doing quite fine, though. I miss her during the day, as a mother should, but I love my work. I’m balancing both.
“No, no, you’re right better to let the dust settle.”
“I have been thinking, Christmas, should we go away for it?”
diane-ps:
I love press. Press are one of my top three ways to spin a case. I don’t like uppity, greater-than-thou cretins that dig up dirt on other people just for entertainment, views, or sales. I’ll speak with the publishers later this week. No to the film. I think I’ve made my point about how you need to not be a victim of media for awhile. Give it a year or two. Preferably five.
Excuse me? Are you telling me I’m neglecting my parental duties, sir? Because I believe I did a mighty fine job while it was unclear if you’d spend the next fifteen years of her life in prison. My hours have been cut and I see her plenty. I take nearly a two hour lunch each day at home with her, and I clock out an hour earlier than necessary. I probably see her more than Morgan sees Vincent. I’m not going to turn into a happy, homemaker house wife just because I pushed a person out my body. You’re the one who’s got too much time on his hands.
“I really liked the screenwriter, but fine. You know better than me.”
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying I know how much you yearn for her. To be honest, had she not spit at me, I’d have probably stayed at home all day playing the piano to her.”
diane-ps:
Nothing besides Rayes. Or whatever her new last name is now. If she even changed it. Wesley also has this new reporter bimbo. She disrupts his workload all the time.
“I’m getting a distinct feeling you dislike reporters, satirists or anyone whose job it is to comment on current events. I’m so glad I found someone with shared hatred. As a side note, since I’m home all day and when not being assaulted by our daughter I have fielded some phone calls of which I’ve redirected to you. Two publishers want my memoir, and they want to make a film about me, I said talk to you.”
“I’m also concerned, I think you should lessen your work load and slash your hours so you can spend more time with Gemma, I think you both miss each other.”
diane-ps:
Why are we still talking about this?
“I’m just saying, it’s fine. Anyway, what’s new.”
diane-ps:
Neither should be the case. You know who you are, as do I. If you weren’t that way, I wouldn’t have chosen you. I needed someone who is as willing to do what needs to be done as I am. I don’t regret things, but I do learn from them. A trait you should adopt.
“Oh I am learning, and I think talking to liberal minded press would be a good thing, face one’s enemy head on, but I do defer to your judgement.”
diane-ps:
In a word, yes. But that’s why I married you.
I wonder whose fault that is.
“That’s hurtful, and surprising.”
“I blame our housekeeper, but I’m assuming you’re blaming me.”
diane-ps:
I feel like you’re being patronizing, but at this point I don’t care. I’ll take my lunch break at home. I want to see my daughter. Let’s go.
“Am I that heartless you don’t think I’m capable of genuine remorse or humility?”
“This morning I genuinely thought she was going to say daddy, but instead she spat at me. Everyone’s a critic.”
diane-ps:
Alright, Jeffrey. Whatever you’d like to think.
If you want to do something, then rebuild something in the Bahamas. That’s as good of press as you can get today. I’ll never be behind this. I know you, though, and you’ll likely do it just to prove a fucking point. Just know that if you follow through with and anything happens, I am not digging you out. Your graves are your own now.
“I’m sorry, Diane. I know I broke your trust, and I’m sorry. You’re right, it’s ego talking to me again. You’re right. Lunch, us, shall we?”
diane-ps:
First of all, you didn’t seduce me. I sought you out, Jeffrey. Secondly, you just put the horseshit right under my nose and the only reason your pants aren’t stained red right now is because I wouldn’t waste such a lovely year on your self-obsession.
You want me to trust you? When have you ever given me reason to do such a thing? When you nearly ruined our lives with your insane power grabs? Or maybe when Morgan all but wrote me a letter detailing your intimacy? She loved languishing on how much history you two have. In fact, you did as well. You’re the man I married, Jeffrey, and nearly my equal, but I wouldn’t trust you to wipe the drool off your own face if you felt like your pride was being attacked, which is exactly what the case is here. And I don’t trust her. My answer is no.
“You didn’t seek me out.”
“Diane, I need this. Anything I can do to repair my reputation. I love Gemma, and I love you, but I cannot be stuck doing nothing, I am good for something. If not politics or big business, something. I have to do something. I have to have something to focus on. I’ve been writing a memoir and I need to get out into the world. My reputation is in tatters, there is nothing Vittoria Arazi can throw at me that’ll surprise me.”