Vittoria Arazi

Can’t believe you fucking got me out here.

“I still need security, and let’s face facts, you’re not really a staying in doors type.”

It has its purposes, but not on that fucking plate.

“Never liked it, but I’m assuming you know more than I.”

… Fuck you and your cilantro.

“Fuck cilantro.”

That……might work. I don’t know. Good luck, Tori.

“You do know, come on. Either that or I just call him out until his ego frays enough that he has to face me.”

You misunderstand me. Nothing would make me happier than you taking Saltman down several pegs. I just don’t think it’s going to happen as easily as you’ve laid out.

“Fuck. This would be so much easier if there was dirt on his wife that we could exploit. I guess I’ll just keep calling him out on my show until his ego frays enough for me to get him to face me.”

Yeah, yeah.

“Mock mock mock all you want Wes, but i’m going to nab this sonofabitch, because that’s what I do, and when I do I expect a resigned sigh of disappointment from you.”

We’ll see how it goes.

You are so strange.

“I’m not afraid of anything... except the inside of a pomegranate.”

Him disliking you is only problematic in the sense that he’ll be more inclined to say no.

It’s not up to you. Or me, even. I understand why you want it, but I’m telling you right now, set your expectations at basement level.

“Or it’ll rile him into wanting a show down to make me look bad.”

I’m not saying I disagree with you, but you and I both know Saltman doesn’t give a damn about what people want or deserve. Not when it doesn’t serve him, and they have a particularly strong dislike of you.

I’ll ask, but I’m telling you right now, expect a no from them.

“A corrupt politician has a strong dislike of me? Good, I’m doing my job right then.”

Vittoria, you know I love you, but refer to me as your bitch again and I’ll have you escorted out by security.

I don’t know that I’m the man for this, Tor. One, lawyers don’t usually do this type of thing aside from potentially drawing up a contract, and two, Diane is not stupid — hell, Saltman isn’t stupid, despite some of the shit he’s pulled. They’ll know this will be nothing but hostile and steer clear. Diane is my coworker and has no reason why she would allow you to decimate what’s left of her husband’s reputation just because we work together.

“Oh come on Wes, this is a man who ruined the very city you live in. I’m not trying to be Woodward or Bernstein here, I’m not Spotlight. I’m talking about a television interview, live, there can’t be editing to make him look bad, just me asking questions and him in his own words replying. You know as well as I do that Diane is smart enough to smell a scam, but she’s also smart enough to know that TV is great PR. The people deserve to know the truth, they deserve answers from his own mouth.”

You know you can just ask my assistant for your tea, right? I’m a partner here, not the errand boy.

What’s going on?

“Partner, errand boy, you’re still my bitch, kid.”

I don’t need to threaten an old man to get my AC fixed. 

I am, thanks. 

“If you’re certain, sometimes it’s fun to just throw your weight around.”

I don’t know if the situation really calls for legal action…

There are worse things in this world

“Maybe just the threat then.”

This is just great. 

AC is out on one the hottest days this summer. 

“Sue someone.”

More like two immovable objects that couldn’t meet in the middle.

“That I wish I could have seen, damn.”