Duncan & Paulette: Disappointments

Ralph smooths things over with his parents, who are crestfallen that he upstaged the engagement festivities they planned for him and Paulette at their church. Everyone is back at their desks at Bainesbridge, after a trip to Chicago. Paulette tries to keep her friend Emma off her scent, but is turning out to be a lousy liar. Also, Paulette and Duncan try keep things strictly professional, but they get into a he said/she said tiff about who said and did what or what really all happened in the Windy City.

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 19, 2008, 10:15 a.m., EST

From: Ralph Simmons

Subject: All Smoothed Over

OK, so I told my mother and my father about giving you your engagement ring early. At first, they were not too cool that word got out early, because now there is no church part. But they won’t hold it against you.

To: Ralph Simmons

Sent: July 19, 2008, 10:30 a.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Re: All Smoothed Over

Yes, I’m sure they will get over it. And it’s because you stuck up for me, right? I mean, you didn’t leave out the parts where you abandoned me on one of the biggest days of my career just so you could play ball with your friends, and that meant you had to figure out a way to get back in my good graces. Right?

 

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 19, 2008, 11:30 a.m., EST

From: Ralph Simmons

Subject: Re: All Smoothed Over

Yeah, I did all of that.

 

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 9:15 a.m., EST

From: Emma Billingsley

Subject: What’s With Duncan?

You should see the guy. He’s flirting with girls that look like horses. Avoiding you in the common areas, the break room and the kitchen. And now he’s asking someone else in IT to troubleshoot the dashboard for him. Did you tell me everything about the Chicago trip?

 

To: Emma Billingsley

Sent: July 23, 2008, 9:20 a.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Re: Poor Duncan

Nothing happened in Chicago.

 

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 9:30 a.m., EST

From: Emma Billingsley

Subject: Re: Poor Duncan

G’yal. Stop the foolishness. I said spill it!

To: Emma Billingsley

Sent: July 23, 2008, 10:00 a.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Re: Poor Duncan

Duncan stopped by right when you were badgering me. We’re going to lunch with Wesley and a client. I’ll fill you in later, but you’ll be disappointed, because NOTHING HAPPENED.

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 10:15 a.m., EST

From: Emma Billingsley

Subject: Re: Poor Duncan

Oh, fine. Another run in with Duncan where sparks won’t fly. He won’t look you over, and you won’t ignore him like a blind woman. And you’ll go back home to Barf, who will find another obnoxious reason to not be there.  Let me know how it goes.

At the very least, P, you have to tell me how Barf handled giving you your ring ahead of the whole coronation his parents planned for Sunday.

To: Emma Billingsley

Sent: July 23, 2008, 10:45 a.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Re: Poor Duncan

I’ll tell you all about the ring situation. No details on Duncan.  Stop calling my fiance BARF! And please, please behave for the engagement party on Sunday, or you will be officially on probation as MOH.

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 10:50 a.m., EST

From: Emma Billingsley

Subject: Re: Poor Duncan

I thought there were no details about Duncan in the first place. Uh-huh. I’m a’ getcha!

To: Duncan Hastings

Sent: July 23, 2008, 2:10 p.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Come on!

Why did you ignore me like that all through lunch? It was kind of harsh, I think.

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 2:30 a.m., EST

From: Duncan Hastings

Subject: Re: Come on!

Don’t know what you mean. And even if I was harsh, which I wasn’t, who could blame me? The other day I looked like a chump trying to kiss a woman who was engaged the whole time I knew her.

To: Duncan Hastings

Sent: July 23, 2008, 2:35 p.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Come on!

I didn’t kiss you back. It was your fault for being so sneaky in the first place.

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 2:45 a.m., EST

From: Duncan Hastings

Subject: Re: Come on!

What me, sneaky? You let me walk you back to your hotel. I stopped you on the bridge. I thought you knew what I was doing. And you responded, Miss Barrow.

To: Duncan Hastings

Sent: July 23, 2008, 2:55 p.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Come on!

Whatever you think happened in Chicago is beside the point. We still have to deal with a lot of the same people, and each other, on an everyday basis. I’ll be sure not to make you look or feel like an idiot for any reason ever, if you can manage to stop acting like I just stole your bike or something.

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 23, 2008, 2:57 a.m., EST

From: Duncan Hastings

Subject: Re: Come on!

Fine.

To: Ralph Simmons

Sent: July 27, 2008, 10:00 a.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Amazing

You still have not told me. WHY was NT from XXXXXX at our engagement party? More importantly, why did you huddle with him half the time and leave me to handle the guests all by myself?

To: Paulette Barrow

Sent: July 27, 2008, 10:30 a.m., EST

From: Ralph Simmons

Subject: Re: Amazing

I know how it looks, Ginger, but it is all for the greater good. Trust me. NT is a good guy, and he can probably get me in at XXXXXX. This will be good for both of us. Derivatives trading is looking a little overcast, you know?

To: Ralph Simmons

Sent: July 27, 2008, 10:45 a.m., EST

From: Paulette Barrow

Subject: Re: Amazing

I just think it’s bizarre that you would let him come to something this personal and important. You know?


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