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I’m tired of not-Renee and her stupid Expensive Gray dress, so we’re moving past Viv’s verbal trouncing of her, which ends with a last line being tossed over Viv’s shoulder as she leaves with her big bag o’ deli, because she is done.
Jack, slightly stunned by events and overpriced Pad Thai, has returned to the ad agency he owns with his brother, the groom.
We’re about to meet Dennis, the other groomsman:
Jack glanced into the agency’s art department on his way back to his office, took two steps past, then reversed them.
The obstacle course of furniture and mockups and whiteboards, usually full of the high-energy chaos of too many creative people in one place, looked like a deserted storage room. Even Lacey, their grossly-underpaid intern, was nowhere to be seen.
But Dennis was hunched over his drafting table in the same position he’d been in when Jack had left for lunch. Hell, the same position he’d been in when Jack had arrived that morning.
Jack knocked twice on the door frame. Dennis glanced over. “Hey,” he said.
I have plans for Dennis . . . Plans.