Little Red Corvette
When I saw it I knew immediately that it was mine. I've always liked my Hondas, but a Corvette, well; it's the stuff that dreams are made on. People in my generation have this American sports car in their DNA.
See the USA in your Chevrolet, on Route 66. Literally. They think they've got product placement down to a science, but in simpler times all you needed was a handsome blond bachelor, his buddy and their Corvette. Driving somewhere between Chicago and L.A. Free as birds, top down exploring new places, new situations, new people.
It's a life I'll never know. I have tenure. I have to stay here. I have to make even the shittiest of situations work. Except that I have this car. This car represents everything that my life isn't. Uncomplicated, beautiful, easy. That's why I love it, and why I'm keeping it.
Why is it that when you feel the best about your job, that's when it all starts to fall apart? Isn't it funny that Vogler and the mafia use the same strategy? Twice in the past week I've been threatened with losing everything that I love, everything that I've worked for.
At least with the mafia, there's a reward. With Vogler all I get is more Vogler. I suppose if it gets too bad I could go to Vanderbilt, Columbia, even Jackson Memorial, if it comes to that. I do have options; it's just that I've grown accustomed to my life here. I've got everything and everybody situated exactly how I want them.
Well, nearly everybody. Actually, my hold on my staff has gotten tenuous. Foreman and Chase have turned against me. What happened to the good old days, when fear and respect went hand in hand? Now it's fear and contempt. Then there's Allison. That's a situation on the edge of a knife. Either she's going to leave or I'm going to stumble. No matter how it plays out, it will end badly. Hurt feelings, tears and recriminations. I don't know how she'll take it.
Genius is both a blessing and a curse. It's delightful to be able to assess a situation, to put together disparate facts and to come up with a solution that saves a life. It's horrifying to see that your own is life unsalvageable.
So I have a reprieve. But for how long? Even Cuddy can't stem the tide. Vogler wants my head, and he'll figure out a way to have it. Sooner or later. He's starting in on my appendages. I'm going to lose one of my team. How do you choose which limb to sever? Ironic when you think about it. But I'm not going to think about it. Not right now.
It's spring, the sun is shining and the road calls me. It's still cold, but I can drive to the shore and stare at the ocean for a while. Breathe fresh air, think fresh thoughts.
I wonder if there's something symbolic in the fact that this is a two-seater. Is it mocking me or is it an invitation? Well screw that, my life would be perfect…if it weren't for other people. No, that's not true. Dammit, I'm already going to hell. I wonder if Cameron wants to go for a ride?
