Communications

[Sent after this tragedy:]

I have a serious inquiry for you.

>> You have mail. Enjoy!

>> Sorry took so long to get you those docs, got distracted.

[Text to Lucas]
I'm sorry about what happened at dinner.

>> Pepper?

>> Pepper Potts, the fabulous and amazing Chief Executive Officer of CHOC?

>> Pepper I'm bored.

>> And making smoothies.

>> Come over after work and have smoothies with me.

>> Please?

» Hey, Graham.
» It's Buffy. Now you have my number too.

[Talking to Brandon be it in person or text messages has been mildly puzzling, confusing - difficult. Staring at his phone, Lucas wonders if the skinny stick-bug has always been this fickle or if it's a recent development. Must be recent because he can't recall it being this exhausting in the past. He makes a few calls and books a massage therapist for the Irishman. She's instructed to visit Mister Sullivan in the evening. Once that's settled, Lucas leaves a message on Brandon's voicemail and switches his mobile off before he hops into his car. He's got a flight to the other side of the country to catch.]

[Voicemail for Brandon]
The girl's name is Lana and she's a certified massage therapist. That's not a euphemism for prostitute so be nice to her.

» So um. This kind of sucks, okay, please don't fire me. I like my job. I've been trying to think of an easy way to say this and I don't have one.
» 1) None of the horses are hurt. Neither am I, for that matter.
» 2) I didn't cause damage to the stable or any of your associated property.
» 3) Uh, and I'm not in jail. I should add that, too.