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.
I hope you explain to your gentleman callers (once you've sexiled Adrían) that this was your beloved wife who perished at sea. During war, and quite heroically.
It was the summer of '96. We were all aboard the St. Celestine when it happened.
War was just on the horizon, and there was only one lifeboat. She had two other lovers, but I do not fault her for it. There was me, naturally, and then Captain Viktor Hale and Sébastien Arquette. She had just confessed that the letters the good captain had been receiving were never meant for him at all. She told Sébastien that their love could never be, that he would never be enough to replace me in her heart. Feelings were hurt, voices were raised. It was a nightmarish scene.
And then everything went to hell in a handbasket. The ship was hit, there was fire, there was chaos, and Maria insisted she had to stay behind to transmit the coordinates to headquarters. I had to be dragged to the lifeboat. I never stopped screaming her name.
She was a gem, truly. A wonder. Without parallel. One look from her and you felt like you'd just got your cock sucked by a vacuum cleaner.
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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.
War was just on the horizon, and there was only one lifeboat. She had two other lovers, but I do not fault her for it. There was me, naturally, and then Captain Viktor Hale and Sébastien Arquette. She had just confessed that the letters the good captain had been receiving were never meant for him at all. She told Sébastien that their love could never be, that he would never be enough to replace me in her heart. Feelings were hurt, voices were raised. It was a nightmarish scene.
And then everything went to hell in a handbasket. The ship was hit, there was fire, there was chaos, and Maria insisted she had to stay behind to transmit the coordinates to headquarters. I had to be dragged to the lifeboat. I never stopped screaming her name.
She was a gem, truly. A wonder. Without parallel. One look from her and you felt like you'd just got your cock sucked by a vacuum cleaner.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.