"I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
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The first time Don Whittaker heard those infamous words was on January 26th, 1998, when then president Bill Clinton went on national television to deliver his verbal rejection of the notion that a...
lol okay so because I can never make my mind up about anything, I changed some of the chapter names again. I've decided the theme will be top pop culture events. Only right since starting out with that Monica quote lol Enjoy, lovelies! xoxo
Don
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The silence on the line was deafening.
"John... you still there?"
"Yeah," John spoke slowly. "I'm just trying... well, trying to process this I guess."
"Imagine how I'm fucking taking it." I quipped. "I can't tell whether I'm in shock right now or not. How does one know for sure?"
I glance up from the report I had kept my eyes glued to damn near all evening. The report emailed to me at eight this same Monday evening with no prior warning, to look up at the child that sat across from me at my glass dining table. He and I were currently in a stand off of our own as we sat at either end of the rectangular cut glass, with him refusing to eat the vegetable stir fry I made tonight.
And after the full day I just had with trying to both research any way I could get out of this parenting business that wouldn't land me in hell, or worse, jail, I wasn't in the fucking mood.
I told him his butt would remain glued to that chair until the plate he still refused to touch, was licked clean.
And he replied with he could do this all night long... yet his tired eyes told an entirely different story. Yesterday he had stayed up until around half past ten at night, but with how early I woke him this morning, I knew the chance of that happening again were slim. If he fucked around enough he was going to be sleeping in that chair.
My hand reached for the glass of wine resting on the glass table and filled right to its brim with the dark red, sweet nectar of the gods. The only thing that would keep me somewhat sane as I passed the 24 hour mark of forced proximity with this rebellious, messy, small human.
I desperately wanted to know what recovering alcoholics did to alleviate all that stress, a question I was still finding the right moment to ask Alex without offending him.
He knew both I and well most of John's advisory board knew of that little addiction issue of his. That was thanks to Jack Nickelson and his nosy proceedings whilst Ivanov Corp visited us in New York, but unlike Jack , John and I saw something in Alex's work that warranted another chance.
And so we gave him one. It was a risk with Christian, but he did well to include Alex in the pitch proceedings. That and the bitter, stubborn man child was finally coming around to actually doing his damn job. I guess that was what love did when you found the right one:
It held you accountable.
"While you tend to only exhibit the emotion of anger and irritance, I would say your silence is a good enough sign that those test results have truly put you through it. Hell, I'm still surprised they got those to you the same day. What's your next course of action?"
