Liv has been nervously awaiting Fitz's call. After talking to Edison and thinking it over, she had decided to throw caution to the wind and just let the chips fall where they would with Fitz. After all, maybe he is right. In fact, he is right. She did deserve to be happy. 10 years of life be controlled by everyone but herself. It's time to change that. Seeing Fitz again and being with him revived every feeling and every emotion she thought had died when she lost Fitz.
She's anxious. She's hopeful. She's curious. She knows what he is thinking but she wants to know if he's serious. Can they really make this work? She's the Attorney General of New York. He's the Governor of California. It's the perfect scandal just waiting to happen. She's not sure she cares now. They made love again. It was all renewed. Those memories and those feelings. How can she just put them away again.
Her phone rang, it's him. She takes a deep breath. She doesn't want to sound like the girl that was sitting by the phone waiting for him to call. "Hi," she says softly.
"Hi," he whispers back.
"I feel silly," she confesses.
"Why?"
"I can't seem to do anything but think about you. I constantly dream about you. I've been obsessed with you, and you aren't even here."
Fitz is quiet on the other end. Just listening to her voice is enough for him but not enough, "You are not alone," he utters.
"So, I'm not a silly fool," she asks lightheartedly.
"I am the silly fool," he answers.
She sits up in her bed, crossing her legs under her, "You are no fool."
Fitz sits back in his chair, hugging his glass of scotch, "I am a damn fool. I let you get away from me and we've both been living in our own private hell because of it. We should have had had 3 babies right now. We should have been happy and married."
She lets out a soft laugh, "3 babies…didn't we say 2?"
"You said 2 but I wanted 10."
Liv shakes her head, "10 was never coming out of this hole."
"But we would have so much fun putting something in it."
Liv chokes, "Fitz," she laughs.
"I remember that day you know," he says softly.
She knows what he's referring to, but she doesn't want to travel that road, she knows where it will lead. Heartache and missed chances. "Fitz," she answers.
"I had just taken you out on a date and you promised to spend the night with me. We ended up talking all night. I just remember thinking; this is how I want to do life with you. This is it."
"You made us ice cream sundaes with cherries on top and those salty nuts I love," she smiles.
"And I said to you," Fitz started.
She interrupts him, "You said to me…."
They are both transported to that moment, 11 years ago, in his apartment, in front the fire where he is feeding her the sundae and they are talking.
"Livvie," he says as he kisses her neck. She can't help but giggle at the perfect sting of his lips with sticky feel of the chocolate syrup he's been licking away. "If I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say?"
Liv laughs, not thinking he's serious. "Fitz, be serious."
"I am being serious. If I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say?"
Liv lifts off his chest, turning around to face him. The playful Fitz is gone. The serious man on a mission, looking for an answer is sitting before her. His face illuminated by the crackling fire. "You are serious."
"I would say as a heart attack, but I know," he starts.
She drops her head. The reality, "You already know that answer but..."
"I know with your father's heart attack everything has been crazy."
"He could have died Fitz and it happened when we were arguing," Liv answers.
"Liv you know you aren't the reason for your father's heart attack. The doctor told you that. "
"But I feel guilty Fitz," she drops her head. Her tears began to fall. "What if he had died?"
"But he didn't," Fitz reminds her.
"He hates you and I don't even know why," Liv says shaking her head. She then squares her face with his, "I know why he hates you, but he doesn't know you like I do. If he did, he'd love you like I do."
Fitz wants to lighten the mood, "I don't think I want Rowan Pope loving me the way you do."
She slaps his shoulder, "You know what I mean."
"I do and I am sorry this happened. I am sorry you two were arguing when it happened, and I am sorry that you were arguing about me, but I love you. I'll never stop loving you. And I am sorry that I your father hates that, but I am not giving you up."
She places the softest kiss on his lips, "The answer is yes."
Fitz bites his bottom lip, "The answer is yes, that you love me."
"No, silly! The answer is, I would say yes if you asked me to marry you right now," she tells him."
He kisses her hard, then gently putting the ice cream sundae bowl down that has long since been melting, he brings her gently down to the floor, resting his body on her, "Olivia Carolyn Pope wants to marry Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III. That's pretty fucking amazing."
"You are pretty fucking amazing. We are going to rule the world together, someday," she says sadly.
"You and me and our 5 babies. Everyone will want to be us."
"You mean 2 babies," Liv corrects him as she traces his lips with her perfectly manicured nails.
He kisses her, "Listen I am not going for less than 3. I have a Grant name to upheld," he nuzzles into her stomach.
"Not at the expense of my womb, mister," she laughs.
He lifts his head to look at her, "I want to have babies with you. I want you to wear my name. I want to grow old with you and make love you to every night of our lives."
She runs her hands through his curls, "We can't rationally make love every night."
"We sure as hell can. I will always want you. Little Fitz will always be ready," he winks.
"Little Fitz is not little," she laughs heartily.
"Lucky you," he crookedly smiles.
She smiles and says softly, "Kiss me."
He happily obliges as they kiss for minutes, "I am madly in love with you Livvie. And if I ever stopped feeling that way, I wouldn't want to live."
"I am madly in love with you too. I might be too young to be madly in love, but I know what it feels like," she answers as she pulls him down for another kiss. "Maybe you are too old for me ad I'm not too young."
He starts to kiss down her neck, looking up at her incredulously, "Are you calling me old?"
She coyly responds, "You are advanced," she winks.
He starts moving down her stomach placing kiss on her stomach. He looks up at her, "I like being advanced but I'm also hungry."
"Fitz we can't, I have to get to the Hosp…" Before she can get it out, he's traveling swiftly to her core.
He looks up again, "20 minutes…. that's all I need."
She throws her head back as he pulls down her sweatpants. She's been so casual lately as she's almost been living in the hospital at her dad's bedside with her mom. "20 min…" she says out of breath as he blows his warm breath on her center while ripping the pants from her. "Fitz," she says with a shallow breath.
He's kissing her core with pecks as he starts to French kiss her lower lips. He moans into her center which sends vibrations trough. "Shit," she utters through bitten lips.
He spreads her legs wide, giving his enough room to work as he feast on her harder and harder. He sucks her. He licks her. He finger fucks her at the same time. This man is skilled at sex, oral and everything in between. She trashes against the pillows. This man is everything.
He looks up, neck halfcocked, "Come for me Livvie. I want to drink you."
Those words are like the words she needed to hear and that's what she does, she comes hard for him, bringing a tear to her eyes. She grips his hand as she explodes in his mouth with the most powerful climax.
He kisses back up her body, trying to cover all her skin he can. He brings his lips to hers so she can taste herself. She moans at the connection of his lips and her essence. "3 babies," he chuckles.
"I will give you how ever many babies you want if you promise to do that, all the time."
"You don't have to ask me to do that. You are my favorite meal; I'll never get tired of it."
Surprising herself with her words, blurts out, "Let's elope."
He looks at her, pleasantly surprised, "Are you serious?"
"I don't want to lose you. And I feel like we are slipping away from each other every time I leave you. Every time you leave me…a piece of me leaves. My father will come around. He has to. Once he understands that we truly love each other," she explains.
"I have access to my father's jet. We can go tonight and be in Vegas before you know it. I'll do whatever you want me to do but you are mine. I want you to be mine. You say the word and I will make it happen," Fitz says nervously. He can see that she is serious but will she really go through it.
"He goes home on Frida. How about next weekend. We can go and come back and then…" She throws her head back deep in thought.
"And then what?" He asks.
"We would have to hide it for a while and I'll hate that," she dips her head into the palm of his hand.
"You'll be mine, legally, and if we must hide it for a while then we do. If we are together," Fitz answers.
"You won't mind if we have to live in the shadows for a while, in secret." She looks at him with so much love in her eyes. In that moment he would do whatever she wanted.
"I love you and I'll do whatever it takes for us to be together. Even if I can't ever say it out loud. As long as when I close my eyes at night, you are in my arms."
"We are really going to do this. We are really going to elope," she giggles in sheer happiness.
"We are really going to do this," Fitz smiles, kissing her softly.
He comes out of the memory quickly. It hurts so much to want to remember the dreams and the plans they made that night to make their dreams come true. "Livvie," he says softly.
"You know I wanted to elope with you. That night. I'll never forget it."
"I want to forget it," Fitz answers.
"I couldn't help what happened that night. I couldn't leave. Especially not then. I never would have forgiven myself."
"I lost you that night," Fitz says.
"I'll never forgive myself," Liv says as she looks away from him. Not wanting to look him in the eye. Not wanting to remember what all happened, that ruined everything.
Fitz smiles, it's a sad smile, but a smile, "Livvie, you don't have to explain it to me. I understood then and I understand now. The timing wasn't right. The timing seems to never be right for us."
She can tell something is wrong, "Fitz is everything okay?"
"Of course, it is," he says quickly. He wants to try and figure this out before he has to say no to her. He feels like that has been their whole relationship and separation. Years of noes and maybe it will happen, and it never did.
She knows he's lying, "Fitz, what's wrong?" She asks. She sighs, "You are scaring me. I still know you. I still know you very well Mr. Grant."
"I just want to see you. I want to hold you. I want to make love to you again. I never should have let you go to that hotel. Our jobs be damned. I should have locked us in that suite and stayed there." He sounds more wistful than confidant.
"That's why I've been waiting for you to call. My answer is yes."
He drops his head. He was hoping she would chicken out and he wouldn't have to hurt her. "Your answer is yes."
"Yes! I want to go away with you. I know it's dangerous and reckless for us to go away together but I want to do it. I want to see you too." Fitz is quiet. "I've missed you so much. I've always missed you and being with you just brought everything back. Everything we gave up on. The thoughts of everything we missed. I don't want all those feelings every again." She picks up on the hesitation. "Unless you changed your mind."
"Of course, I didn't," he answers quickly but dreading having to tell her that they can't go, not yet.
"But…" Liv interrupts. "Just tell me what is wrong," she pleads. She sighs. He hesitates to say anything. He knows. He promised her that his wife wouldn't be a problem and here she is, a problem. Liv can hear the words without him saying it, "We aren't going, are we?"
"Livvie, you know what I want to go. It was my fucking idea but…"
"But" she says almost angrily and catches herself. "I am sorry. I shouldn't question you that way."
"Abby wants to come with me on this trip. I don't know why. She just kind of invited herself and she's all about us making a weekend of it," he tries to explain.
"Your wife should come first," Liv says almost sarcastically.
"Livvie, you know what's not it," Fitz defends.
"Fitz, your wife wants to come with you on a trip. What else can I say? Maybe this is a sign we shouldn't be doing this. Maybe we should just be grateful that Mellie and Andrew's wedding bought us back together, even for a moment." She throws her head back on her chair looking around her office. "We will always have Paris right," she laughs lightly.
"I am going to figure this out. I just have to be smart about it."
"Fitz, I have this serious situation here that needs to be dealt with. The last thing I should be doing is running off with you anyway. It's just not a smart idea. Who are we kidding?"
"We are not kidding anyone, most of all ourselves. You are right, Mellie and Andrew's wedding brought us back together for a reason. We can't let our chance slip by us again. This is our chance, Livvie."
She doesn't say a word. She wants to believe every word he is saying but fear is telling her that she's being stupid. They are being stupid. They aren't being realistic. "I need to focus on New York, and you need to focus on California. Those are our lives now."
"I will figure this out, we are still going away," Fitz says.
"We can't make promises to each other that we can't keep Fitz."
"This is a promise a plan to keep," Fitz says adamantly. "I will see you when I'm there."
"I have to go Fitz. The Chief of Police is here, and I have an important meeting."
"Livvie," he sighs.
"Bye Fitz," she says sadly and hangs up.
Fitz hangs up the phone, wanting to throw his glass of scotch across the room. Why is everything so damned difficult for them.
Then a voice is heard, "I heard whispers that you saw each other again at the wedding. I wanted to see for myself, and it looks like I was right."
Fitz turns around to see Abby standing there, "You were listening to my conversation."
"I don't practice eavesdropping on a regular basis, but I couldn't figure out why you were so gung-ho about going to this conference. You typically hate those," Abby says.
"I do hate those, but I am the Governor of California. I need to go and represent my state," Fitz says.
"And you need to get into Olivia Pope's pants. I am sure you have been on fire for her since you saw her. Your dick is twitching, I'm sure."
"Don't be crass Abby," he snorts.
"I am just being honest. Even when we were good, you would call me her. I couldn't complain the sex was so good. It didn't seem to make sense to mind," Abby laughs almost deviously. He looks at her not wanting to discuss this.
"Abby, do you care that much about appearance that?"
"We make a good pair Fitzgerald. I made you look good. I helped make you Governor and..."
"My lineage helped make me Governor, but you were the perfect trophy wife. I wanted Olivia and I couldn't have her. I do love you Abby but not in the way that makes a marriage or makes the marriage work. Not when one is in love with someone else. But aren't you tired of playing that game? Don't you want to live your life the way you want?"
"We made a deal. A deal that you can't back out on because you saw the precious Olivia again. Everything was fine before you saw her. The deal was working. We were working." Abby shakes her head, studying him. There's been something different since he came back from the wedding. She couldn't put her finger on it but in that moment, she knew without him having to say a word. "You two already slept together."
Fitz looks up at her. How would she know. "Abby," he answers.
"You did," Abby cocks her head.
"I am not discussing this with you Abby. I refuse," He gets up, as he straightens his shirt in his jacket.
"I will save you the trouble of leaving the room. I will but I am not going to let your lost love ruin what I am owed. So, figure it out," Abby says as she leaves.
He takes a deep breath. She's right, he thinks to himself. He is going to figure out how to be with the woman he loves. He's suffered long enough. Liv has suffered long enough. He picks up the phone and makes a very important phone call.
Liv is sitting in her office. She always dreads the meetings with the Chief of Police. He's sexist and can sometimes be downright rude and he never fails to make a pass at her.
"Chief Ballard, I am not sure what our office can do for you."
"I need you to back this initiative. I know, as the AG, that's not really your wheelhouse, but we need you to talk this up. Help us give it some legs. In case you forgot, we are trying to make New York's Street safe and that means making out men in blue safe as well."
"Of course, we back the blue. We back the men who serve but I can't in good conscious back an initiative to do unwarranted car checks. That's almost barbaric. You have no basis for these checks and is it profiling."
"Are you saying there are racist profiling behind this? Ms. Pope..."
"Attorney Pope," she corrects him.
Jake clears his throat, "Attorney Pope, we have had a spike in gun violence and doing these searches at the toll roads, we can see if these are licensed carriers."
"It's illegal and what about every day people walking the streets that could be carrying Chief Ballard. It's not a legal search," Olivia answers.
"That's where we need your help. You can make it legal."
"Is that a conversation starter for a bribe of sorts, that's illegal as well," she sneers.
"I would never bribe anyone," he says cockily.
Olivia gets up, moving back behind her desk as Jake watches her ass closely. She could feel his eyes on her and she creeped out. "Come back to me with a better proposal and I think this conversation will go much better," she says as she sits down.
He gives her a lustful glare that makes her so uncomfortable. She knows he's undressing her with his eyes. "I will settle for lunch."
"Excuse me," she says.
"Can I buy you lunch? We both have to eat and to show that I am a decent guy and do apologize if my behavior came off unsavory but let me buy you lunch."
"Sounds you like you are trying to ask me on a date and that's highly inappropriate."
He gets up from his desk. He puts his hat under his arm, "We both know you would be free for a date if I asked. I am more than sure your husband wouldn't mind."
Liv gets up from her desk, squaring her shoulders, "Good day Chief Ballard."
He walks toward the door, knowing his welcome has long been worn out, "Always a pleasure Attorney Pope," he says as he closes the door. She slumps down into her chair shaking her head.
His mind is on Fitz and their conversation. Seeing him again and being with him again is like the worst punishment and greatest gift all wrapped into one. She's right back where she was 10 years ago. She remembers that night, the night she was going to fly to Vegas and marry the love of her life, the man of her dreams. She's tried to forget that fateful night because it hurts too much to remember but now, it's all back again. Liv was packing her bag. She didn't need much. She had the perfect white dress that she knew Fitz was going to love. She was going to become his wife in this perfect white dress. She bought lingerie from his favorite store. Mellie was helping her pack. She was going to stand up for her. Andrew was going to stand up for Fitz.
"I can't believe you and Fitz are doing this. This is crazy but you two are crazy in love."
Liv is studying the lingerie, "You don't think we are making a mistake."
"No, I don't. You two love each other and it's real. I think you are doing what you need to do. Your father is never going to accept him," Mellie answers.
"That's my biggest fear. I need my dad and I need Fitz."
"Then let's get on this plane, go to sin city, and make you Mrs. Grant."
Liv is twirling her fingers. Lost in thought, "My father had his heart attack when I told him I wanted to move in with Fitz. I almost killed him with that news. His heart is not strong. I don't know if I can..."
"Worry about that when you get to that point. There is nothing he can do if you two are married. He will have to come around. He can't stay like this forever."
"My father is Rowan Pope. A well-respected black businessman who wanted his daughter to rule the world but marry beautiful, strong, successful black man. Fitz doesn't check an of those boxes."
"Fitz is beautiful, strong, and wildly successful already and probably will be even more in 10 years. So, what if he's not black. It's about the love you two have for each other."
"I don't want to be the cause of another episode. But I feel so trapped. I dread going to dinner with them because Edison Davis is there every time. I know they are trying to set us up and I hate being uninterested but hate playing this charade even more."
"Tell them," Mellie suggests.
"I've done that every time Edison leaves. I beg them to stop, and they won't."
Mellie goes over to her, "Maybe the best way to handle this, is just tell him. It will break his heart but it's your life to live Liv. You can't live for your dad, or you will never be happy. And that's not fair to you."
"And my mom," Liv shakes her head.
"I would say the same thing about her," Mellie says.
Liv looks over at the clock. "I am going to call them and get this over with. My groom is waiting for me," Liv says with a giggle when the phone rings. She answers, "Speak of the devil."
"Devil am I? "You just wait," Fitz laughs. "Are you almost ready?"
"Almost! I am ready to marry you, but I can't wrap my head around packing and Mellie is trying to help me but," she hesitates.
"If you don't want this Liv we can wait. And tell Mellie thank you. We really appreciate what she and Andrew are doing for us," Fitz assures her.
"I want this. I just can't go without telling my parents. I think I owe them that much," she explains.
"We leave at midnight," Fitz reminds her.
"I know and after talking to Mellie, being upfront with them is the way to go. I am going to go over and talk to them. And then I'm all yours. For the rest of your life mister," she informs him.
"I like the sound of that," he nods. He pauses, he already knows what her answer is going to be, but he is going to ask it anyway. "I want to go with you. Can I go with you?'
"No Fitz. This is going to be hard as it is."
"But I am going to take his daughter's hand in marriage. I owe him the courtesy of looking him in the eye and telling him that I love you and I am going to take care of you, and you will never want for anything."
His words catch by surprise, even though she's heard them so many times from him. "I don't want him to lash out at you."
"I am a big boy; I can handle it."
"I know you can…. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Fitz answers quickly.
She looks over at Mellie, "Fitz is going to meet me there. He says thanks for everything."
"We love you guys," Mellie answers.
"Fitz, meet me at my parents at 3pm," Liv asks.
"I will be there," Fitz says anxiously. "Everything is going to be fine. We are in this together and that's all we need to remember. We are in this together."
"I love you very much," Liv utters.
"I love you very much. Now go finish packing."
"Bye," Liv says as they hang up.
"If I didn't love Andrew so much, I would make a play for Fitz," Mellie teases.
"Hands off, he is mine" Liv retorts.
"I know but he is kind of perfect."
"If you want me there to tell your parents, I will."
Liv grabs Mellie's hand, "No, I need to do this alone. I need to face him alone, but I know you are just a phone call away."
"Yes! So, let's get you packed so nothing stops you from getting on that plane," Mellie says as she walks away.
Liv smiles as she watches Mellie start to fold clothes for her. Mellie is right, nothing can stop them from getting on that plane. She can't say it to anyone, but she has this bad feeling she can't shake. It's in the pit of stomach. She hopes it is just nerves and not some type of premonition.
Liv is brought out of the memory by her phone ringing, it's her mother. "Hello Mom."
"I expected a much better greeting," Maya says.
"I am sorry, I am just busy. A lot of back-to-back meetings," Liv answers. It was a half-truth.
"Your father and I are coming to New York in a few weeks. I was thinking we need to get together, catch up. You've been so busy lately."
"And you want to check up on why I am not pregnant yet," Liv says in a fiery tone. It's fierier than she intended it to be.
"Olivia," Maya says surprised by her words and tone.
"I am sorry but that is why you are coming right. Check up on why Edison and I are still childless after 10 years."
"Olivia, I won't pretend it bothers your father and I that you and Edison haven't started a family. You are both at good positions in your careers, kids would be great."
"Mom, I can't have this conversation right now. I really have to go."
"Olivia, this is not a way to leave a conversation. It sounds like you have a lot you want to tell me. We've never minced words with each other."
"How did dad know that I was going to elope with Fitz that night?"
"What?" Maya says surprised.
"How did dad know that I was going to elope with Fitz that night?" She repeats.
"I don't know how Olivia," Maya says weakly.
"Mom, I think you know how, and I think you why?"
"Olivia what does this have to do with the present. You are married to a wonderful man, a Senator. You are the AG of New York. You have a good life. Life turned out good for you. Why are you going back to the past?"
"Because I have lived a life I didn't want for a decade and lived with guilt that I caused to deathly events in my father's life. I married Edison to make him happy. I married Edison because I didn't want him to die or have another heart attack because of me. It was never spoken of again because we did everything dad wanted. How did he know?"
"He knew some guys that could get that kind of information. Olivia, what does it...?
"He was having us followed."
"He was protecting you. He's your father. He loves you," Maya says.
"How's owned me for a decade and you let him, why?"
"Olivia, parents do what's best for their kids. Fitzgerald Grant wasn't right for you."
"You mean he wasn't right for this family," Liv corrects.
"Olivia," Maya says sternly.
"Goodbye mother! And by the way, Edison and I are getting divorced," she says as she hangs up the phone. Her mother repeatedly tries to call her back, but she doesn't answer. She is shaking and she doesn't even realize it as she begins to cry. She remembers that last phone call to Fitz, that night.
"How is he?" Fitz asks.
"He's okay. The doctor said it could have been a lot worse. "Where are you?"
"I am sitting on this plane hoping that you'll appear, even though I know it won't happen."
"Fitz, I don't know what to do," Liv begins to cry.
"I know what you must do. You have to be with your family," Fitz answers.
"This is it isn't it?"
"I don't know, is it?" Fitz asks.
"I love you so much. I want to run to that plane, and we leave and never come back."
"We would never be happy because you will always be worried about him. You love him. He may be a son of a bitch, but you love him."
"I do. He's, my dad."
"I love you too Livvie, but I don't want to be the reason your family falls apart."
"He's the reason I'm falling apart anyway. I'm scared we are never going to find our way around this and that will kill me."
"You know how it's killing me," Fitz answers.
"Fitz," she whispers.
"Let's get him on the road to recovery. I will be here if you want me to be. And then..."
"We are in this together, right?"
"Right," Fitz says with no enthusiasm.
"I can't say goodbye," Liv says as the tears are streaming down her face. He knows she's crying and it's killing him that he can't be there to wipe those tears away and hold her.
"Then, just tell you love me, and you'll always love me. That's all I need to know," Fitz answers.
"I'll love you and I always will," she answers as she hangs up the phone quickly. It hurts too much to keep hearing his voice and hearing the pain in his words.
Liv comes out of the memory, not even realizing she has tears streaming. Her secretary had been taping the door. "I'm sorry. I can come back," her secretary says cautiously.
"No, it's okay. I know I have another meeting. Can you cancel the rest of those meetings today. I need to go home. Can you call my husband's office and get him on the line for me?"
"Yes. Do you need anything else?"
"No, that will be all," Liv answers.
Her secretary leaves and Liv prepares for her meeting. After 2 hours of a long-drawn-out meeting. She makes it back to her office just in time to talk to Edison.
"Hey Sweetheart," Edison says.
"Hey, I…"
"Are you okay?"
"I am good. I know I told you I needed to think about it. I told my mother today that you and are getting a divorce. I was angry. We were arguing."
"That's why I have messages from her."
Liv shakes her head, "She's relentless."
"Edison, I love you dearly you know that, but I have to be happy, and I said it in anger, but I meant it."
"Olivia, you earned your happiness. Take it," Edison answers.
"I don't know what it looks like but it's not going to be my parents' happiness."
"I am home next weekend. Let's talk about everything," Edison suggests.
"Okay! Thank you!"
"Thank you!" Edison answers.
Liv hangs up the phone, thinking about everything. She has more questions now than she ever did. What else did her father engineer. Just how much he had sculpted her life the way he wanted it to be.
Fitz is sitting in his chair, at his desk, having just got off the phone with his lawyer. He wants out of this sham of a marriage and he's not going to let anyone stop him.
Abby is in her office, talking to someone on the other end, "He's not getting out of this deal. I'll do what I have to."
What will Abby do?
