You’re coming.
Dominic: Maybe. What time? And can I bring someone?
Harry: If this someone identifies as female and your primary goal is to get/keep her in bed, I’ll bring Del. She can make sure this isn’t another Elena.
Dominic: Joke’s on you, loser. Del’s already met her.
Harry: Name?
Dominic: Ally.
Harry: Hold please.
Harry: Del says and I quote “I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. I KNEW HE WAS AFTER HER. Your wife is the smartest woman in the world. Suck it.”
Dominic: You two are what the annoying kids call #relationshipgoals.
Harry: Please tell me this woman isn’t under the age of 30 and that’s why you’re dusting off your pound signs. Because if I’m bringing my wife out and getting her too drunk to notice our murder duvet I don’t want to have to listen to her complain about grown men who insist on dating women young enough to be their daughters.
Dominic: She’s 39. That would have made me five years old when she was born.
Harry: Standing ovation gif. Wiping tears of gratitude gif.
Dominic: You know there are actual ways to send gifs instead of just explaining them.
Harry: Leave me alone. I’m old, and my kids are still too young to show me how to install a gif keyboard on my phone.
Dominic sent his standby middle finger selfie.
Harry: That’s the spirit.
To: Label NY Headquarters Staff
From: Dominic Russo
Subject: HR Policy 135 Sections B-D
Ally Morales and I have entered into a romantic relationship. To avoid any potential workplace favoritism or friction, Ms. Morales has been transferred to the graphics department. No questions or opinions will be entertained.
Sincerely,
Dominic Russo, Creative Director
Ally: Nice subject line, boss. Only one of my new coworkers opened the email so far. She spun around in her chair so fast, she knocked over an entire bowl of ramen.
Dominic: Good god. Not another poor person.
Ally: Not poor people ramen. Fancy ramen. It’s a whole thing now.
Dominic: Adding this to my list of things I wish I didn’t know.
Ally: You’re crotchety-ness is adorable.
Dominic: Let’s come back to my crotch, which is recovering nicely from its overuse. But first, can you go for drinks tonight after your dance class?
Ally: Yes. But only if you don’t mind going with Ruth and Gola. Uh-oh. Hang on. More spinning. And now some loud whispering. Did your email insinuate that I was deaf?
Dominic: My email insinuated that everyone should mind their own damn business and leave us the hell alone. I suppose your friends are fine if you don’t mind Harry and Delaney joining us.
Ally: Look at us doing the boyfriend-girlfriend thing. What’s next? Potluck suppers and coed baby showers?
Dominic: I am going to vehemently hope not. Oh, whatever you do don’t mention lipstick or bed linens to Delaney.
Ally: I don’t even want the context. This will be more fun.
Dominic: Let’s go out to lunch. I want to touch you without a few hundred people watching.
Ally: Count me in. They’re all staring at me and eating popcorn.
Dominic: Want me to come down there and give them something to stare at?
Ally: The part of me that saw you naked for twelve straight hours wants to say yes. But maybe we should at least give the HR guidelines a try for a full two hours before we ruin everything?
Dominic: Setting my timer for two hours and one minute.
Ally
I ducked down to the cafeteria for coffee and to get a break from the stares of my new coworkers.
I was just browsing the spectacular pyramid of pastries that I was absolutely not going to buy when a snide presence threw its evil shadow over me.
“Well, if it isn’t Dominic’s new toy,” Malina said snidely.
She was dressed in an ice blue pantsuit with a V neck that went almost to her belly button.
“Lovely as always to see you, Malina.” I sighed.
“How did you do it?”
“How did I do what?” I asked wearily. I should have stayed upstairs. At least the graphics department was too afraid to ask me any direct questions.
“How did you convince Dominic Russo to put his job on the line for you?” The emphasis made it clear that Malina didn’t think I was worth putting anything on the line.
“That’s personal. And this is work. I’m not discussing my personal relationship with you. Also, we’re not friends. At this point, I’d rather befriend Missie’s tarantula than you.” Copywriter Missie had a pet tarantula that she’d named Hercules.
“You think you have what it takes to keep a man like Dominic Russo?”
I actually had no idea what it would take and whether or