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?"
Hi Brad. It's Jamie. Just wanted to let you know I've made it home and now I'm swamped in work. Sorry I missed you before you left, but I hope you enjoy your venture in L.A. Have fun! Call me when you get back . . . bye.
*Sitting in the airlines LAX business lounge, Brad watched the smog play magical havoc with the setting sun. When he landed at Logan, rain from Ophelia made driving home in the dark all the worse. He was going to miss LA, but Boston still held his attention. He listened to her earlier message again as he navigated the cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill at 3 a.m., wondering if he could wait for a respectable hour to call her*
*9 a.m., at the office* "Jamie. I'm the one who's sorry I missed the chance to experience my first mojito with you. I want to make it up to you. May I? Tonight?"
Welcome back! You may. Tonight would be fabulous. *shoves work to the side of desk* I'm not sure which bar in Boston serves the best mojito, but I do know you can get a very good one at Jamie's Kitchen . . . and I have just stocked up on rum and spearmint leaves. What are you in the mood for?
I'm in the mood for someone to tell me what a sabbatical feels like. We can start at this Jamie's Kitchen and then - *Brad hesitated before going the safer route* - dinner at a nice restaurant. Do you have court tomorrow?
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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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Love, me.
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*9 a.m., at the office* "Jamie. I'm the one who's sorry I missed the chance to experience my first mojito with you. I want to make it up to you. May I? Tonight?"
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