I'm willing the universe to allow me one weekend of relative freedom before shackling me with some 26-year-old who doesn't understand how to make their bed.
Working through lunch tends to lower the blood sugar. [...] I'm not your responsibility, Nikola.
I would suggest you kill Ishaan and take his place, but I've grown quite fond of him.
Oh, it was a very passionate scene. Feelings of betrayal I have not tapped into since 1996, when I -- as Adrian Kovac, naturally -- discovered that my longtime girlfriend, Victoria Kane, was sleeping with my archrival's twin brother. There was a lot of "how could you have done something so stupid, Domingo?" A fair amount of, "You could have told me. I should not have had to find out this way." A sprinkling of, "Why did you think you needed to hide this from me?"
I had a premonition that I should save my battles for a rainy day.
Again: tears. And in return I'll give you mine for the AIA Gold, which I'll never even be nominated for but I do like to write in the shower. It starts with "I'm sorry" and reaches a narrative climax somewhere around "Taryn would have ordered me out of the field indefinitely."
Yes. While I understand this is resistance on a global scale, the only tangible impact I felt I could have was on an individual one that I could see. I don't care how that makes me self-involved.
Dominiko.
BYI need to see at least six faces of a certain degree of handsomeness per day, or I risk wilting into nothingness. Your good looks sustain me.Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
There was a collective gasp when your photo popped up. We were all quite struck by your beauty. Someone even fainted, if I recall correctly.
Dominiko.
I tend to have that effect on upper management.
Dominiko.
Why upper management, specifically?
Dominiko.
Working through lunch tends to lower the blood sugar. [...] I'm not your responsibility, Nikola.
Dominiko.
Of course you aren't. But you are my friend, and I worry about you. I won't sit here and pretend I am not relieved to have you aboard.
Dominiko.
I always expected some degree of [...] anger if I confessed I'd been lying to you for the better part of twenty years.
Dominiko.
Would you like to hear about all the yelling I did at your headshot?
Dominiko.
Please.
Dominiko.
Oh, it was a very passionate scene. Feelings of betrayal I have not tapped into since 1996, when I -- as Adrian Kovac, naturally -- discovered that my longtime girlfriend, Victoria Kane, was sleeping with my archrival's twin brother. There was a lot of "how could you have done something so stupid, Domingo?" A fair amount of, "You could have told me. I should not have had to find out this way." A sprinkling of, "Why did you think you needed to hide this from me?"
Dominiko.
It's only a summary and yet I already feel compelled to award you a Daytime Emmy. You would have moved me to tears.
Dominiko.
I will happily present the acceptance speech I wrote back in 1995. It is not as much has changed.
Dominiko.
Again: tears. And in return I'll give you mine for the AIA Gold, which I'll never even be nominated for but I do like to write in the shower. It starts with "I'm sorry" and reaches a narrative climax somewhere around "Taryn would have ordered me out of the field indefinitely."
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
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Dominiko.