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This is the worst day of my life.

Or the best. You're famous.

[Josh] I'm confused. Did you get jaw surgery?

Of course not. I did the gig for rent money

and some doctor must have licensed my likeness.

Do they do discounts for friends of the model?

Because this mewing gum I bought is not working.

This is bad. Now, I'll never be taken seriously

as an actor.

And what if my parents see this?

They still think I'm in med school.

Your parents may not be psyched, but this could be your new thing.

You could be "jaw guy."

A household name, like Flo from Progressive.

You know, I had my first sex dream about Flo.

She kept the apron on the whole time.

I need this taken down immediately.

Let us know how we can help.

Come here.

-[chuckles] -[camera clicking]

That's our friend!

[? upbeat, electronic music playing]

? Do what you feel 'cause everything's real ?

? 'Cause everything's real ?

[? music fades out]

[? upbeat jazz music playing]

[horn honking]

[laughing]

-What? -Nothing.

[laughing]

Oh! Oh!

[continues laughing, sighs]

You clearly want me to ask.

Uh, AJ sent a funny meme to the Slack,

but then immediately sent another one.

And it's like, slow down, girl, let 'em breathe.

-Hey, how's it going with her? -Good.

I've got a new angle. She respected me at work

when I saved her ass on the Yarn Barn deal.

Yeah, you didn't stop talking about it for days.

Exactly.

So, I'm leaning into being a source of wisdom and guidance

until her brain tells her heart that she's in love with me.

And you and I become Irish twins.

I don't think that means what you think it means.

It's two guys who have kissed the same girl.

I'm Irish, trust me.

[? jazz music playing]

[Austin] Hello.

Matcha delivery.

Austin. Hey.

You know, your fitting's not for an hour.

Vanessa's still getting her vampire facial.

Yeah, I was hoping that.

I wanted to talk to you about The Albies.

George Clooney's humanitarian awards?

-Are you going? -Yeah, I'm presenting an award

to the person who invented Band-Aids for different skin tones.

-And I need a stylist. -Amazing.

Vanessa will be thrilled.

No, I mean, I want you to style me.

-Me? -Yeah.

I haven't really been happy with Vanessa since she put me in the same pants

as Austin Butler at the Gotham Awards.

Yeah, I know, but literally, no one noticed.

Everyone noticed. Now, I'm scared to wear pants to an awards show.

I am so flattered that you asked me...

but I cannot do that to Vanessa.

And I'm not just saying that because I'm pretty sure

she has cameras everywhere.

Damn. Okay.

Well, can you tell her to put me in something simple for Seth Meyers?

I'm tired of being called budget Harry Styles.

[chuckles softly]

[computer mouse clicking]

[AJ sighs]

I can't believe I'm spending 80 hours a week

helping a concrete company buy a slightly smaller concrete company.

You chose this life.

[sighs]

[people laughing]

[AJ] Sara Blakely's here?

She founded Spanx. I want in on whatever that is.

Too bad. Staffed before you got here.

But there's no women on that team.

Welcome to banking.

-[? smooth jazz music playing] -Huh.

[laughter continues]

Anyway, so we've engaged with Ellison Grant,

and their client, The Cinchery, loves you

and is looking forward to joining the Spanx family.

I filled my partners in on the acquisition and we're ready to go.

Coffees are here. Sorry I'm late.

-When did we do a coffee run? -[AJ] Here's a cup for you, Miss Blakely.

Can I say, you're a business icon.

Spanx revolutionized shapewear.

[whispering] AJ, stop. You're embarrassing yourself.

This is AJ. She's our newest analyst.

As you can see, you have a lot of fans in the building.

Oh, great. Is she also on the deal?

Oh, no. No, don't worry.

AJ's great. So much promise.

But only the most seasoned team for you.

That's too bad. It would be nice to have a woman on this team.

I agree. Consider it done.

Well, hopefully, with an extra set of hands on this deal,

it will get done soon.

Don't worry, we won't let you down.

You can take that to the bank.

Our bank. Fisher Stassen.

[door closes]

-We are so fucked. -[Dileep] Why?

-She seemed happy. -Yeah, Sara is,

but the owner of The Cinchery refuses to sell to Spanx

if Fisher Stassen is a part of the deal.

I don't know why. Their reps at Ellison Grant won't call me back.

-And Sara doesn't know this? -Of course not.

You know what? I'm going to Ellison now to get answers. Everybody back to work.

[sighs] Alright, Spanx on me. Spanx on three.

Dileep.

You wanted to see us, Wes?

-I have an assignment for you two. -Yes, finally.

Is it about microplastics? Macroplastics?

Trash islands in general?

There's one out by Fiji I would love to visit.

No, this is much more important.

I was doing my nightly review of how the show was received...

and when I googled myself, the first word that came up

after my name was "dead."

-[gasps] -[dog whimpers]

Well, that's ridiculous. You're on TV every weeknight.

That's what I thought, but these people say it's a deepfake.

And there are tells.

You never see my hands and I never turn my head.

That's why you were gesticulating so much on air today.

[Elena] Oh, my God, you're right. I-It's all over Reddit.

They straight-up think you're dead.

People should be interested in me because of my accomplishments

and what my apartment looks like.

So, I have a task for you and for the health of the show.

I need you both to dispel this rumor by Friday.

Sir, you can't care what the internet thinks.

Says a non-famous loser.

I'm pretty well known in the youth squash world.

-[scoffs] -We're on it. Right, Josh?

[Wes] Great. Oh, Paula. Thank God.

-Did you hear? -Yeah. You're dead.

Come with me, it's time for your briefing.

This shit never happens to Anderson Cooper,

and he actually looks like a ghost.

Alright, your blood pressure?

[Wes] My blood pressure's fine.

So, I was thinking I'll take TikTok and Twitter, and you do Reddit?

I can't believe we have to convince crazy people

our boss is alive. This is beneath us.

I don't know, it's kind of a nice break from scraping sauce out of the microwave.

Well, that, at least, solves a tangible problem.

This is make-work.

Didn't your dad start in the mailroom and work his way up?

How do you know that?

-I read his book. -Technically, his ghost writer's book.

-And it's mostly lies. -Can we just do our job, please?

Fine. Against doctor's orders, I'll have a second cold brew,

and we'll go to battle with the internet.

-[bell ringing] -[students chattering]

Hey, everyone, listen up.

Who here has a high-powered lawyer parent?

I'm dealing with a wild injustice and I need help.

Mr. W, we are also dealing with an injustice.

Beth, it's not that big of a deal.

-Sorry, what's happening? -[Beth] My mom worked really hard

to get me, Sarah, and Marina a chance to volunteer

at the Cloisters Museum in Washington Heights on Thursdays.

We get to deep-clean centuries of dirt and grime

and preserve the stone cloisters.

Because any Ivy League college would cream their jeans for that.

-Please don't say that to me. -[Beth] But now Marina

wants to draw dragons instead.

I'm gonna need more info here.

I'm in a fantasy art class that meets on Thursdays.

It allows me to explore my passion for drawing dragons,

elves, trolls-

[Beth] Giants, and Tinker Bells, and Draculas.

We get it. It's a betrayal, Mr. W.

We do things as a friend group, no matter the sacrifice.

I haven't seen my horse in forever.

Okay. Fine.

Great. Seems like you guys figured that out.

Uh, back to my thing.

No one here has a lawyer for a parent?

I find that hard to believe.

My dad practices property law?

Alright, Sarah. I can work with that.

How 'bout I give you extra credit if you give me his number?

What is it?

The name is Chrysanthemum, but I might've signed up

as Chrys, C-H-R-Y- Oh!

Great! See you soon.

Who wants to work out with me at noon?

I'm famously in a boot.

I stand when my watch tells me to stand.

That's my workout.

Sorry, Padawan. I don't think today's the day

to be sneaking out to exercise.

Even if we'll be working out with Chrys Lee,

co-founder of The Cinchery, the company we're trying to acquire?

Uh, wh- Well, how do you know she'll be there?

Well, first, I tried finding her mother.

Turns out, there were a lot of Shirley Lees.

I had a very deep conversation with the wrong woman.

Great gal. We're playing mahjong this weekend.

So then, I hunted down Chrys.

Saw she works out in the East Village,

posed as her to find out what class she's in,

and lucky for us, she'll be there at noon.

-Wanna come? -[Davis] Okay.

I can see you're excited, AJ,

but we don't stalk the major players in deals.

-Mm. -And Bill told us to hold tight.

This is me holding tight.

I'm keeping busy while holding tight.

Dileep, back me up here.

Can you tell her I'm right and smart?

You are wrong and stupid.

Bill once followed a client to Hawaii on his vacation

to close the Wetzel's Pretzels sale of 2022.

You don't get trophies like these

without taking some risks.

[Davis] Don't listen to Dileep. Bill is gonna kill you.

I appreciate your worry, but it'll be fine.

Let's get you the platinum girdle.

Today's technically my rest day, but...

okay.

-[? upbeat music playing] -[siren wailing]

-[ambient street noise] -[dog barking]

[Sarah's dad] [over phone] Sorry, Kel, I'm a land use attorney.

Any chance your ad happens to be on disputed land?

Maybe. Are-Are-Are the East 30s disputed?

[Sarah's dad] Sorry, I don't think I can help you.

I mostly do zoning appeals and divorces,

-and this sounds like neither. -[sighs] Damn it.

[Sarah's dad] Oh! Listen, uh, I've been considering a chin implant.

-How do you like yours? -I didn't get one!

[Sarah's dad] You don't have to be defensive.

-It looks very natural, whoever did it. -[door opens]

-[Abby] Goddamn it, are you kidding me?! -Oh!

I got you.

-Thank you, thank you, thank you. Ugh. -Yeah, of course.

-[sighs] -Is all this going to Goodwill?

No, I have a fitting for Adrien Brody.

-One of these is all scarves. -[phone dings]

Shit! Vanessa says Adrien wants snacks.

I have to go. Okay.

-Can I help you? -No, no, no, no.

-I'm good, I'm good, I'm good. -[phone ringing]

-Thank you! -[phone ringing]

[Kel] Not now.

[? "One More Thrill" by KOLARS playing]

? Climbin' up the ladder to God knows where ?

? Prayin' for a windfall to take me there ?

-? Thoughts are untied, losin' my mind ? -[phone dinging]

? I take a breath but can't find the air ?

? Tied to the tracks of the same routine ?

? Bottled up the world where I used to dream ?

? Days are all tied, claimin' my mind ?

? I cut the knot but I can't break free ?

? Maybe I just want to live my life ?

-? Feel just one more thrill ? -[phone ringing]

? Before I die ?

[phone continues ringing]

Hi, Vanessa? The setup is complete.

[Vanessa] [over phone] Okay, well, change of plans.

I don't love the studio lighting.

We're moving everything to his loft, now.

Okay. Got it.

[tires screeching outside]

[screaming]

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

[? upbeat music playing]

-[instructor] And press. Release. -[AJ panting]

-[Davis grunting] -Now, turn onto your backs.

Do not relax. This is where the change happens.

-[grunting] -Squeeze...

[AJ] Oh, good. She's good at this.

Am I doing it right? I feel like I'm thrusting offbeat.

I don't know.

We shouldn't even be here.

If this scares her off, we will be so fucked.

And Bill will definitely fire us.

Don't worry. If this goes south, I'll take all the blame.

Why are your shorts so small?

They didn't have my size.

And they're cutting off my most vital circulation.

[Davis groaning]

[instructor] Great class, everybody...

[? upbeat music playing in studio]

Wow. Tough class, huh?

-I get why we signed that waiver. -[Chrys] Yeah.

Wait, um, we only took this class so that we could meet you.

[chuckles] Sorry, I'm married and not into that.

No. God, no.

I'm AJ, this is Davis.

We work at Fisher Stassen, and we wanted to find out

why you don't want us repping Spanx.

Wow.

You were embarrassingly bad in a class just to meet me?

-I feel like we kept up. -Yeah, everybody knows

the more muscle you have, the more you sweat.

Well, I appreciate your hustle.

And just so you know, I have no issue with Fisher Stassen.

I just can't stand Bill Gibson.

Bill. Why Bill?

Back in business school, he was a guest speaker.

And during the Q&A, I pitched him my dream

of turning my mother's girdle company into an e-tailer.

-Mm. -I believe Bill's exact words were,

"Girdles? Gross. No one wants to think about that."

[snickering] Love that guy.

So, that's why I refuse to work with Fisher Stassen.

But it's not just Bill.

There is a much larger team, like us, who are dying to make this happen.

Come in for one meeting.

Hear our offer, and if you don't want to work with us,

at least you can tell Bill to go fuck himself, right?

Fine.

One meeting.

Size up your shorts.

-What the hell was that? -What? I'm saving the deal.

You can't throw Bill under the bus.

I didn't throw him under the bus. I threw him on a pile of money.

And I'm trying to throw you on a pile of help.

I don't need your help. I got her to consider coming back.

All you did was complain you don't know where your pelvic floor is.

Well, I just learned about it today,

and it looks like you got this all figured out without my advice or input.

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find a pair of scissors

to cut myself out of these shorts.

Right. Okay.

[? "Southwark" by Yumi Zouma playing]

? Searching for a sign or a reason to leave ?

? Or a reason to cry, I could never believe ?

? You could take me there or lead me home ?

[phone dings, buzzes]

? Standing in the park... ?

[Austin] Hey! Do you like the stylist Erin Walsh?

[Abby] She's great. Why do you ask?

[Austin] I told you, I'm not happy with Vanessa.

I'm looking for a new stylist and you won't do it, right?

[Vanessa] Don't forget to pick up cat food.

[phone locks]

??

? Oh, and I am perfectly yours ?

[? music fades out]

[Kel] Morning, beautiful.

[sighs] Kel, keep 'em coming.

I was up 'til 3:00 convincing incels on the internet that my boss is alive.

Oh, look who's dressed up nice for his work crush.

-Ooh! -It's for a meeting, not AJ.

I don't even know if I still like her anymore.

-What? -Why?

She's assertive and taking control of everything on this deal.

-She's not following protocol. -[Josh] Is it working?

I guess, but that's not the point.

So, she's just good at her job?

Yeah, but I want her to be good at her job in a way

that's still, like, sweet, and cute, and nice.

Hey, man, you sound sexist.

Sexist? Me? I'm- I love women.

All I've ever wanted to do was marry one and make her my princess.

-It still doesn't sound good, man. -I'm telling you, I love women.

Their brains, their faces, their boobs.

-[loud knocking] -Who could that be this early?

Ooh, bet it's my laundry service.

I don't know how they get the shirts so flat.

It's like, they make 25 shirts look like a piece of paper.

-[door opens] -[Davis] Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Washington!

Nice to see you.

Kelechi Washington. What is this?

-Okay, Mom, I can explain. -Our neighbor recognized you

-and sent us this ad. -[Ijemma] Shelly.

The one who's always bragging about her dentist son.

[Clarence] Why would you need to get jaw surgery?

[scoffs] I'm-I'm- I didn't get surgery, I just did the photo shoot for money.

But medical school gives you a stipend.

-I quit med school. -Why would you do that?

-Josh and Davis told me to. -What?

-No, I didn't. -Lies.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

The truth is, I don't want to be a doctor.

It doesn't make me happy.

[sighs] I want to be an actor.

An actor? Lord help me.

Boys, excuse us for a second.

-Are we accomplices if he dies? -[Clarence] I just don't understand...

My alibi is we were at the gym doing an early morning lift.

Kel, we talked about this.

I thought you decided acting was more of a side hustle,

like how Idris Elba deejays.

It was, but I hated every second of med school.

I couldn't take it anymore.

When I'm acting, I feel like I'm alive.

You know who feels alive? The patients of doctors.

I promise, Mom, you'll see that this is a good thing.

No. I never will.

Let's go, Clarence.

You want me to take you to Williams-Sonoma to relax?

This calls for ABC Carpet and Home.

-[door opens, closes] -[sighs]

This is impossible. When I say Wes is alive,

everyone online piles on me and says I've been red-pilled.

I found the key to changing people's comments is to adopt the persona

of someone who used to believe the conspiracy, but changed their mind.

"I used to think Wes was dead,

"but I went through a show frame-by-frame,

and that tight little body's 100% alive."

-Why is your persona so horny? -It's the internet.

I decided that GingerStevensBoyMom is a sassy mother of three

-reclaiming her sexuality. -Okay.

Well, could you help me? I've just been copying and pasting,

"You're fucking wrong. He's alive, you moron,"

with my fake account.

Let me see.

Oh, God, no, Josh, that's not your fake account.

You're posting with your real name.

No, I'm not. I toggled over to PhilipRothStan02.

-No, you didn't toggle. -Oh, God!

-Delete, delete, delete. -It's too late.

-People are already commenting. -"I looked up Josh Teitelbaum.

He's a PA on the show. The conspiracy is real."

Oh, no. What do we do?

Just delete it before anyone else notices.

What have you done?

[siren wailing]

[Bill] Hey, you two.

In my office.

You approached Chrys Lee?

Sir, I tried to tell AJ that it was a bad idea,

-and that's not how we do- -[Bill] Shut up.

The details will only make me mad.

What matters is that they are coming in today.

And I will take it from here.

-Good job. -Thank you, sir.

AJ.

-You know you're gonna have to apologize. -[Bill] Apologize?

-For what? -The reason they wouldn't come in

is you were incredibly belittling to Chrys

-15 years ago. -[Bill] What?

Why would I be belittling to her? She's nothing.

You spoke at her college and said, quote...

"Girdles? Gross. No one wants to think about that."

Okay. I mean, I probably did say that,

but I'm not apologizing for something I barely remember.

And nor should you. AJ.

-Bill, if we want to save this deal- -I'm sorry.

"We"? You do one good thing,

and we work for Fisher Stassen and whatever your last name is?

You know it's Pascarelli.

Bill, what I think AJ is trying to-

-Don't speak for me. -Don't speak for her.

What do you think will have worse long-term effects?

You blowing a $50 million deal on a point of pride?

Or saying one "I'm sorry" for something you did?

[? upbeat music playing]

Fine.

I don't have time for this.

I will apologize. Now, get out of my office.

Okay, but I have one more idea.

-Oh, God. -Are you fucking kidding me?

[Abby] Motherfucker!

Oh, my God.

You always seem to have your hands full.

Here, let me help. Um...

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

You're pairing the wine-colored shoes with the maroon.

-Stop. -Sorry.

It's okay.

[laughing]

I just can't keep defending this stupid job to my parents.

Vanessa makes me crush her Xanax into a Red Bull.

It's just as humiliating as they think it is.

You wouldn't get it. You're a parent's dream.

Oh, no, not anymore. I told my parents I quit med school

-to pursue acting. -Whoa.

I know immigrant parents and I'm scared for you.

Yeah, no, they did not take it well.

But I'm impressed.

It takes a lot to do what you want, despite what others think.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I think you made the right choice.

Are you serious?

Those are not the same shoes.

-Are you blind? -Your job is very difficult.

[chuckles]

If this doesn't work, you're fired.

Relax. It's gonna work.

[softly] It's gonna work, right?

I don't know.

But dry your hands before greeting the clients.

Shirley. Chrys.

Welcome. Come on in.

-I'm Bill, and this is my team. -[Shirley] I know who you are.

My daughter has told me everything.

I understand, and that was long ago.

You know, oftentimes, things can be misconstrued

-as offensive when- -[AJ clearing throat]

You know what, let me start over.

What I said was wrong and stupid.

Oh, and rude. Obnoxious.

Sexist. Uncalled for.

-Am I missing anything? -[Shirley] No.

But I would say rude again.

-Say it again. -Rude.

-Say it again. -Rude.

Rude.

You're right.

You had a brilliant idea.

And I didn't see it because I was an asshole.

And I am sorry to use that language, but it's true.

We want the best for The Cinchery 'cause your product is the best.

And how would you even know that?

I promise you, we'll structure the deal so it supports you...

as much as this girdle supports me.

And us.

Though I should've gone a size up.

I, too, have been snatched.

[Shirley laughing]

Okay. Let's talk.

??

Congrats. You've legitimized this conspiracy

with your incompetence.

My hairstylist, Marie, quit.

She says she does not mess with ghosts.

-She gave me this rosary. -[Josh] I am so sorry, Wes.

I did not take this as seriously as I should have,

but I think I might know how to fix this.

In ninth grade, I was 5'2" and everyone called me Natalie Portman.

Ah, funny, but what's the point?

The point is, the only way I survived until I got my HGH injections

was by joining in on the joke.

I went as Black Swan for Halloween.

It was epic, and the jokes lost all their power.

You just have to be so confident that you think all of this is funny.

I'm not confident, and I hate this.

Sir, I think Josh is right. I think the only way to fix this

is to fake it 'til you make it.

What do you idiots have in mind?

[? "The Wes Dryden Show" theme music playing]

Good evening. Before we begin with the news,

I would like to address the online rumor that I am dead.

It's true.

I died celebrating Simone Biles' 2024 Olympic all-around gold medal

-and have haunted these halls ever since. -[Josh chuckles softly]

I thought coming out as gay

would be the defining moment of my career, but no.

It's coming out as a ghost.

Boo!

[both laughing]

Here is tonight's top story.

-Yes! [clapping] -Whoo! [clapping]

[Kate] I wanted to check in to see how classes are going.

Maybe we could debrief over a wine tasting

or ice skating in Central Park?

Please, can I just show up late?

[Beth] No, that's it!

We tried to be nice, Marina, but fantasy art class is stupid.

[Beth] Yeah, so, what, are you gonna be an illustrator

and hang out with the artsy girls?

You can't pull off overalls.

I was thinking more storyboard artist, but okay.

-I'll talk to my mom. -Hey!

No one's talking to their mom.

-Whoa! That was loud, Mr. W. -[Kel] Yeah.

Well, people shouldn't have to choose between friends and family

and doing what they love.

-He's right, girls. -But what Marina loves is lame.

No, it's not. It's her passion,

which is a beautiful thing to foster.

Come on, Marina, show us some of those cool drawings.

Jesus Christ.

Those are very detailed.

That's Bloodtooth Firebones.

He looks scary, but he's actually nice.

[Kel] Oh, cool.

Point is, if drawing freaky little dragons makes Marina happy...

you guys should support her.

If Marina gets out of volunteering, then I want to go see Sonora.

That's my horse.

If he doesn't recognize me, I'll die.

Fine. We'll all do our own thing on Thursdays.

More removing grime from an ancient religious pillar for me!

[Marina] I drew one of you, Mr. W.

[Kate] Look, she has you eating a burrito.

I love burritos. Our similarities are endless.

It's almost spooky.

[both chuckle]

-[siren wailing] -[? soft music playing]

-Hey. -Hey.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

I mean, you clearly knew what you were doing.

Thank you.

And if I had known about your arrhythmia,

I wouldn't have dragged you to that workout class.

Yeah, I was touch-and-go there for a minute.

Uh, anyway, I guess I'm a little intimidated by you.

I mean, you just go for things.

I do. It doesn't always work out,

like my One Direction tattoo.

You wanna go for a celebratory drink?

You know, with the team or us, or even-

Yeah, I think I gotta stay and work.

I still have a concrete company to buy.

[sighs] Yeah. I get why they picked you, though.

'Cause you rock, lady. 'Cause of the concrete.

And because... [imitating guitar riff]

[guitar riff intensifies]

Got a solo. Thank you.

Sorry, it's hard for me to hit the brakes.

[chuckles]

[? soft music playing]

[Davis] I was wrong. Capable ladies are the shit.

[text whooshing]

-[Josh and Elena chuckle] -[Josh] This is crazy.

-[phone dings] -I don't know. One sec.

-[chuckles] -[text pops]

I can't believe Wes hugged you.

It's hitting a little different now that I realize how shallow he is.

How did you not know that?

I guess I thought he was a titan of journalistic integrity.

He's won Pulitzers, exposed corruption.

He didn't do that. Paula did.

Wes is a great anchor, but Paula's the one who gets everything done.

Wow, I had no idea.

Most people don't.

Alright, heading home.

Good night, Joffrey.

[Austin] France is but a way...

You found me at my weakest moment.

-And truthfully, I pa- -[knocking]

Hello?

Oh, hey.

Oh, God. [clearing throat]

[laughing]

Is this what happens when you style yourself?

Yeah, I'm doing a camera test for the new Sofia Coppola film.

I'm playing George Washington.

-Okay, silver fox. -[chuckles] Yeah.

Sofia's a genius.

I mean, no one's ever done a film about the Revolutionary War

where everyone is hot.

What's up?

I wanted to tell you that I changed my mind.

I'd love to style you for The Albies,

but I need to be the one to tell Vanessa.

Oh, yeah, of course. I mean, this is bloody brilliant.

Thank you so much.

I promise I will not let you down.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

[? gentle music playing]

Careful. 'Member the professional boundary?

Yeah.

[clearing throat] Uh...

well, I should, um, start prepping.

'Kay.

[computer mouse clicking]

[? gentle music continues playing]

I, uh, wanted to ask about some of the deal points.

Spanx agreed to a limited escrow.

Will reps insurance cover the rest?

And the non-compete.

What?

Are you mad about the way I spoke to you today?

'Cause it was the only way to make you understand.

No.

[AJ sighs]

No, I just, uh...

I think you're really good at this job.

[chuckles softly]

Well, it- it's not just me.

Everyone pulls their own weight.

What? Why do you keep smiling?

It's nothing. Nothing. I-

What? No. No, come on.

I have to know or I will spiral thinking up bad things.

I just...

I just really wanna kiss you right now.

[? "Blacktop" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs playing]

? Thunder lights the road ?

? Blacktop rolling under God ?

? Now we're dancing close ?

? One to one as our bodies... ?

-I should head home. -Yeah.

-Yeah. -Yeah, good idea.

-Yeah. -It's late.

Yeah.

Um... yeah.

-You know what, you go 'head. -[chuckles]

Yeah, I'll just hang back and, uh, take the stairs.

-Good night! -Yep. Good night.

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? Open ?

? Open ?

? Open ?

? Opened up ?

? Open ?

? Open ?

? Opened up ?

[voice] Go to bed.

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