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The New York Journal
To: Mel Fuller
From: Dolly Vargas
Subject: John Trent
Darling, how was I to know? I mean, there he was, standing there in the lobby with that
dejected look on his face, and all those roses...why, it was enough to break the heart of--
Well, even *me.* And I know what you're going to say: Dolly, *you* have a heart?
Surprising, but true. Sometimes I surprise even myself. Why, just the other day, I turned
Peter loose, and told him quite firmly to go back to his wife. And the fact that I heard a
little rumor that his employment contract wasn't going to be renewed didn't have a thing
to do with it. Anyway, it wasn't was as if Security had gotten your memo. About John, I mean.
They said it came just moments after my signing him in. Really, sweetie, what harm did I do?
So he pestered you a little. I for one quite enjoyed the performance. You have to admit, he
was quite impassioned. I had no idea blue-bloods like the Trents were capable of such violent
emotion. I think Aaron's going to lose several of his teeth. Well, the silly nudge shouldn't
have tried to stop him from getting to your cubicle like that. Still, it is always so delicious
to have two men fighting over one, isn't it? But do you really think it was *wise* to throw
that Tiffany's box he tried to give you back at him? There's no telling what might have been
in there. With his kind of money, it was probably three carats, at least. I do hope you aren't
going to be as unforgiving towards me as you're being towards that unfortunate young man.
XXXOOO
Dolly
To: Dolly Vargas
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: John Trent
Dolly--
What did you mean when you wrote, blue-bloods like the Trents? And what money?
John doesn't have any money. All of his credit cards are maxed out. You must be
mistaking him for somebody else.
Mel