I know it’s wrong of me to laugh but I can’t help myself.
This is absolutely fucking ridiculous! What in the hell is Bobby thinking hiring this Jessica chick?
From the way Jessica is slurring her words, it’s obvious that she’s sloppy drunk. Why would I want someone who is fucking unstable as a publicist to help manage my public image? For Christ sake, she can’t even handle her own.
“Wow! Just wow! Is that how you’re supposed to answer your phone? For someone in our business, you are totally unprofessional!” I’m so shocked that my voice is almost a whisper.
And that’s when I hear a sharp gasp on the other end of the line.
Something tells me to brace myself for a verbal assault.
“Do you know what is unprofessional? Screwing around with your receptionist! To think that you had me believing that you were one of the good guys. But there is no such thing and you’ve proved it! I wasted 3 years of my life with you and I will never get them back. If you really loved me, you never ever would have done this! I know about her and I know what your folks said about me! You know what? All of you can just go to hell! My friends are right – you don’t deserve me! I don’t want you calling me, talking to me or coming near me. Do you hear me? I don’t want anything to do with you. Leave me the hell alone Bruno!”
She is out breath and almost hyperventilating. Listening to her painful rant makes my stomach flip but it’s only when she breaks down into uncontrollable sobs that my heart truly breaks for her.
She sounds like she’s on the verge of a breakdown and there is nothing I can do or say to let her know that I’m not the asshole Bruno that she thinks I am on the other end of the line.
I can’t stand it when a woman cries. A woman in distress has and will always be my kryptonite. All I want to do is sweep in and help but my hands are tied. The whole lack of professionalism thing is no longer on my mind.
All I feel is empathy for her.
I know all too well what feeling hopeless is all about. To feel hurt beyond repair and to be unconsolable…A lifetime ago long before Chelsea was around.
Suddenly, I hear a thud and from how distant her jagged words sound, I’m sure that she has dropped the phone onto the floor. I’m hoping that she hasn’t hurt herself and breathe a sigh of relief when I hear her voice again.
But through her sobs, she is talking to herself and says the most troubling thing…
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