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CHRIS: Quentin, what's up?

QUENTIN: I've taken your thoughts into consideration.

CHRIS: And?

QUENTIN: I'll accept your offer. For more responsibility. I'm giving you all of Ricard's clients.

CHRIS: That son of a bitch.

QUENTIN: Excuse me?

CHRIS: Nothing. That's cool, I mean...he's really leaving?

QUENTIN: Yes and no. Ric will be leaving our organization, but there's still one more surprise I have in store for him.

CHRIS: I don't even want to know. Whatever Ric's involved in...I mean, whatever. Thanks, Quentin.

QUENTIN: That's not all.

CHRIS: Huh?

QUENTIN: As a token on my appreciation, I'm giving you a gift. [Beat] This.

Quentin moves away from the car and gestures to it.

CHRIS: The...the BMW?

QUENTIN: Yes.

CHRIS: That's worth a lot of money.

Chris turns away from Quentin.

CHRIS: Money that I could use to...

QUENTIN: Chris?

CHRIS: Thank you, Quentin. Thank you so much.

QUENTIN: You're very welcome.

Chris moves forward and touches the car, running his fingers across the hood.

CHRIS: [Softly] I might be getting closer to getting Blake back than I thought.

LESLIE: Michael. You wanted to see me?

Michael doesn't look up from his computer.

MICHAEL: Yes, I did. Have a seat.

Leslie cautiously sits.

LESLIE: What's wrong?

MICHAEL: I understand that you've been working on...this.

Michael picks up a folder and hands it to Leslie.

LESLIE: The Immaculate Collection account. Yes, I did.

MICHAEL: And your role, exactly?

LESLIE: I organized the flow of events for the fashion show.

MICHAEL: You came up with the concept as well, correct? Heaven on Their Minds?

LESLIE: Yes.

Michael smiles at Leslie.

MICHAEL: I loved it.

LESLIE: You did?

MICHAEL: Yes. And actually, I'd like for you to work closer with our Design Executive in the future. As his assistant.

LESLIE: You're...you're giving me a promotion?

MICHAEL: Yes. Is that a problem?

LESLIE: No! No, of course not! I'm just...I'm floored. That's amazing, Michael. Thank you so much.

MICHAEL: Well, you deserve it. [Beat] You're good at what you do, Leslie.

JESSICA: Alec!

ALEC: [Softly] Shit.

Alec stands and approaches Jessica.

ALEC: Hey, Jessica.

JESSICA: Do you mind if we talk?

ALEC: Actually, yeah. I've got a ton of work to do, Jess. Midsummer is going up in less than two weeks.

JESSICA: Just a minute.

ALEC: Fine. Over here?

Alec gestures to the hallway. Jessica follows him off stage and into the hallway, where he closes the door behind them.

JESSICA: I wanted to talk about Vince's birthday party.

ALEC: Funny you should mention Vince.

JESSICA: What's that supposed to mean?

ALEC: I saw you coming out of his house a few days ago. While I was jogging. In the morning.

JESSICA: Oh. I was just...I wasn't feeling well, so I stayed overnight.

ALEC: And got some late night loving from the good Dr. Moore, I take it.

JESSICA: Oh, go to hell, Alec. I slept in a guest room.

ALEC: Oh. [Beat] Yeah, sure. Whatever.

JESSICA: Why are you so concerned if you're interested in me anymore?

ALEC: I wasn't concerned. If you want to be a ho, then that's fine with me.

JESSICA: Okay.

Jessica kisses Alec.

ALEC: Stop that! I'm seeing Akilah right now.

JESSICA: You are not.

ALEC: Well, I'm courting her right now. Same difference.

JESSICA: I'm betting you haven't kissed her since that day in the park. And I'm betting you two haven't...

ALEC: No, we haven't. Because she's got a little something you seem to lack these days.

JESSICA: And what's that?

ALEC: Self respect.

Bedroom. Denise Robertson is lying in her bed with Simon Price, kissing him.

DENISE: Twice in a row. I think that's a personal best for us.

SIMON: I think it is. [Beat] Want to try again?

DENISE: Three? Oh, Simon, a girl has her limits.

Denise laughs and sits up in bed.

SIMON: Whew. Thank the Lord, because you know, I really don't think I could go again after that last time.

DENISE: I wore my baby out, huh?

SIMON: You most certainly did.

Simon kisses Denise. At that moment, the bedroom door opens and Nate Robertson enters.

DENISE: Nate!

NATE: Mom! What the hell is going on in here?

SIMON: You have a son?

DENISE: Nate, watch your mouth. [Beat] I didn't mention that?

NATE: Great, mom. I come home for lunch and find you doing...this. Who the hell is this anyway?

SIMON: I live down the hall. I really don't know how I never knew you had a son.

DENISE: He lives with his grandmother.

SIMON: That explains it.

NATE: Well, it seems we have been properly introduced, random in my mother's bed.

SIMON: Uh, my name is...Simon. Simon Price.

Simon extends his hand.

NATE: Are you fucking kidding me?

Nate exits.

DENISE: Nate! I told you to watch your damn mouth!

Denise slips on her underwear and wraps herself in the bed sheet.

DENISE: Excuse me, Simon. I'll be right back.

Denise exits.

SIMON: Thank God I don't have kids.