He is sitting in the room but is not really there. His mind is far away, sailing, and he wishes his soul could follow. If he tries hard enough maybe he can be able to smell the sea spray...The man keeps reading in his monotone voice but he does not pay attention in whatever he has to say. He's disgusted to the core. He has a copy in front of him of every single word that is being read but he hardly looks at the papers. They are discussing the future of two people that don't even acknowledge the word. Even worse, discussing the fate of an unborn.
She is there too. Sitting right in front of him placing a check on each item the man reads with a pen that probably cost more than his car. She has a serene semblant and smiles whenever the baby – that doesn't even have a name yet! - is mentioned.
Finally the man pipes down. If all goes well in five years his little brother will be five million dollars richer, will not have to pay child support, in case they get a divorce, won't need a mortgage, because his father-in-law-to-be bought them a starter house, and he just landed a new job at Grayson Global.
He heads to the door, ignoring the people in the room. "Jack." He doesn't want to look at her. "You left your copy." Victoria warns. He keeps the file folder under his arm and goes after Declan.
He finds the young, enamoured couple in the next room, necking on each other and completely unaware of what was discussed just moments ago. "We must leave." His voice is emotionless and he is not caring to sound affable. "I'll call you." Declan murmurs before placing one last kiss on his bride-to-be.
"What does coram non judice mean?" Declan asks all excited. "Dunno." Jack grunts. The two are quiet for the rest of the trip.
They arrive in Montauk as nightfall approaches. Jack puts Sam's leash on and takes him for a walk at the dock. He stops and shuts his eyes, inhaling the sea air, trying to put his thoughts in order. He is soon distracted by his phone, it is Emily asking him about his whereabouts and if she can join in. He smiles and texts her back. I'm at the Amanda. Come. She arrives in no time.
"What gives?" She asks softly. "Declan just sold his soul this afternoon. After all me and my dad tried to teach him... They will eat him alive and there is nothing I can do. I'm a loser."
She hugs Jack and soothes him. "You're no loser, Jack. Besides my father you're the most kind, sweet and loyal man I have ever known. In fact I- -"
"What the f- - Sam!" He gently draws her away and yells at the dog that just cut loose from his leash and is now looking for tourists to run after and sniff their feet.