"You are not my wife" shouted Chuck at Blair. The board of directors were disgusted at Chuck and exclaimed that Jack now had full authority of Bass Industries, Jack beamed because his plan had worked out perfectly. Chuck left the silent room to run after the board and beg them to reconsider.
Blair decided to clear everyone out and send them home, she wanted to be alone. She walked into the office where she had found Chuck drunk and high and occupied. There were two bottles of pills on the table and a bottle of scotch, Blair, still upset picked them up and went outside to hail a cab
"The Palace"
She walked in and went straight up to Suite 1812, the room was immaculate.
"The service is good here" she thought to herself.
She sat down on his bed, carefully taking off her Manolo Blahnik heels and placed them side by side on the floor next to his bed. She laid back and breathed in his smell from the pillows, the smell she had fallen in love with, scotch, Hugo Boss and smoke. She got up and took the pills out of her purse; she walked over to the bar, pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured herself a glass. 3 glasses of scotch later, she popped her first pill
"I love you" 2 pills
"Well, that's too bad" 4 pills
"You are not my wife" 6 pills
Everything she had done to help him, he threw back at her, she loved him and knew he loved her but he was grieving at the moment, however, he didn't need to use harsh words against her because they pushed her too far, she didn't care if she lived or died. He obviously didn't want her and she obviously was a pain for him to have around, and with that thought, she downed the rest of the first bottle and then the second one with 2 large glasses of scotch She fell to the floor behind the bar with a small thud.