[S9E9]: A Fashion Faux Pas
We get shots of Palm Desert, California. The scene lands on a beautiful resort.
Out by the pool, Serena sits by the pool in a cabana with a frozen daiquiri.
Serena: “I’m so excited.” She smiles to herself and sips on her drink.
“We have finally made it to Coachella and I am ready to turn up with the girl… not too much though, this is STILL a business trip. Even with Monsé here… let’s have fun!”
Violette is the first to walk out in her swimsuit.
Violette: “Oh, you look fabulous darling! I love that hat!” She gives Serena air kisses as she sits down next to her.
Serena: “Thank you! Your boobs look perfect!” She giggles.
Violette: “They should be, they were very expensive!”
“I am excited to go to Coachella! I’ve been in California for a few years now and I’ve never even been. I know it’s basically a huge music festival in the desert and it sounds like a ton of fun!”
The camera pans to show Valentina and Monsè walking to the cabana together, drinks in hand.
Valentina: “Let’s be on our best behavior today.” She raises an eyebrow at Monsè and smirks. “Remember we are here for a good time not a long time!”
Monsè: “I’m all for a good time, girl. The only bad behavior you’ll see from me is some ass shaking at the Doja show!”
“I used to go to Coachella before it became mainstream. I’m ready to have fun and let loose. I feel like these girls might get me more than the other group does.”
Serena: “Hey Monsè! Hey Val! Cheers to Coachella!” She raises her drink up.
Violette gets up and gives Monsè and Valentina both hugs and then they all sit under the cabana.
Violette: “Are we ladies excited for tomorrow?! You girls are going to have to show me the ropes! I’ve never been!”
Monsè: “It’s a great time, you’ll love it, Vi!”
Valentina: “Oh we are fixing to have a time tomorrow.” She turns to Serena. “I can’t thank you enough Serena for having us all!”
Monsè nods along in agreement.
Monsè: “Yes, thank you for letting me crash your Coachella trip, Serena. I’m really glad we’re finally moving on from all the drama.”
Serena: “Absolutely. I think this weekend will be just what’s needed to help us really get back on track. I think you ladies are so fun!”
Monsè smiles.
“These three ladies are super fun to have around. Monsé was actually one of the very girls I connected with. So I hope that this trip will help us all see that life is about having fun and moving on!”
Violette: “I am so glad you two were able to fix whatever it is you two were dealing with.” She moves her finger between Monsè and Serena. “This is progress! We are the youngest girls in the group, we shouldn’t be fighting. We should be having fun and being girlfriends!” She looks around at the three other women.
Monsè: “Right, Violette? I miss the sisterhood we used to have in this group. This weekend is a nice start.”
“I really feel like Serena, Valentina, Monsè and I could be all be girlfriends. We’re all close in age and I think if we could get past some of the petty issues, we’d all be great friends. It has to happen!” She laughs. “Has to!”
Valentina: “I think us four are the fun girls that actually know how to let loose and have a good time!! I mean I don’t think anyone can hold their liquor better than Serena!”
The ‘Wives all laugh.
Serena: “Yes! The fun girls! I’m so glad you girls could make it.”
Monsè: “I really do feel like we are all in a decent place. Listen, some of us started on a rough patch so I just want to share something personal with you all…” She looks around the group.
The ‘Wives all look to Monsè.
Valentina: “Well I hope this is something light and something we can all bond over…” She side eyes Monsè.
“Please Messy Monsè do not start! I just got you here and we are on a great track record so far. I want us to genuinely have a great weekend!”
Monsè: “Well, I wouldn’t say its light.” She shrugs. “But, friends should be able to lean on one another and offer eachother support and sometimes I have trouble letting my walls down and my friends in.”
Valentina: “Oh, what is it Monsè?”
Monsè: “With all the strikes going on, everyone in the film industry has been struggling. I think that’s pretty obvious. But… well, this is kind of embarrassing, but DeRosier Studios has been going through an extra rough time. Gil made some bad investments to try to make the company some extra money and well… we’re still recovering. That’s why I’ve been cutting back on things like glam.” She nods at Valentina and then turns to the other two. “ I haven’t really wanted to share with the constant jabs at my finances, but I’m hoping you ladies can take this as an olive branch. I really hope we can rebuild some trust here.”
Valentina: “Look you know Monsè — if anyone gets the film industry me and my family do. You know I’m always here for you and whatever you need or want of mine is yours. Consider my glam team your glam team until further notice!” She smiles a bit and holds Monsè’s hand.
“Damn. Monsè is really laying it all out there. I mean she and I have had vague conversations 1:1 about her financial problems but I never expected her to open up about it in a group setting, let’s just hope these girls have the same intentions for her as I do.”
The camera pans to show Violette and Serena.
Violette: “Oh my gosh! Honey… that’s really brave of you to share. We are here for you, of course. This is just a rough time, not a rough life. You and Gil will work it out”
Serena: “Wow. I’m so sorry to hear that, Monsé. Sending you lots of support and love. And please let me know if there’s anything I can do to support the company. I don’t mind donating or whatever. Remember that God’s plans are always higher than ours.”
Monsè: “Thanks girls, it means a lot. I know I have a funny way of showing it sometimes but I really want to be here for you as much as you are for me.” She smiles.
“Although the news about Monsé and Gil going through financial trouble wasn’t exactly ‘new information’.. hearing Monsè actually be vulnerable and say it really pierced my heart. It made me feel bad about ‘shading’ her. That could be any of us… well, not exactly because I wouldn’t let a man like Gil over my money.” She sips some champagne. “That was too soon, wasn’t it?”
“This is HORRIBLE! Monsè is broke. It all makes sense now why she’s been wearing the Goodwill pieces lately. She can’t afford anything.” She frowns. “It’s a scary reality for some. I mean, anyone of them could be broke tomorrow. Not me…” She furrows her brow. “But anyone of them…” She twirls her hair.
A member of the staff brings out new drinks for the ‘Wives and they all thank him.
Monsè: “Enough about me!” She turns to Violette. “Violette, how are you doing? Did you ever talk to Jean-Luc about… well, you know what I mean.”
Violette would sigh and then laugh.
Violette: “I thought we were having a nice time bonding, Monsè!” She shoots Monsè a look.
Monsè: “We are! Please don’t take it the wrong way…I just want to show that we are all here for you.” She motions around. “I just don’t want you to get…played.”
Violette makes a face.
Violette: “Played?” She scoffs. “Please. I think I know Jean-Luc a little better…but, if you must know… yes, I did talk with him. He basically denied everything and claimed you were lying. He said he never flirted with anyone nor mentioned that we had an open relationship.” She cocks her head and smiles at Monsè. “Okay?” She smacks her teeth.
Monsè sighs.
Monsè: “Well, I don’t want to be a bitch here, but I have some evidence if you would like to see for yourself.”
The camera pans to show Serena looking frantically between Monsè and Violette.
“I don’t want to stir trouble here, but I heard about this directly from my friend Bree that Jean-Luc was hitting on her daughter. And I have the receipts to prove it so nobody better be calling Monsè a liar!”
Violette: “Oh? You have evidence… Monsè, really?! Yes. Let me see.” She glares at her.
We get a shot of Monsè setting her drink down and reaching over to dig through her pool bag.
“Monsè is really beginning to tick me off. Why is this bow legged, anorexic, drug sniffing BITCH so worried about my fiancé and i’s relationship? She should focus on her own marriage and be concerned as to why her husband is being careless with money. She’s the one who is $2 away from living in the projects.”
Monsè pulls a photo up on her phone and hands it over to Violette.
Monsè: “Here. Is this Jean-Luc’s number?”
Serena pretends to faint in the chair and Valentina covers her face, snuggling up to Serena.
Violette: “That is his number.” She hands the phone back to Monsè.
We see Serena’s jaw drop and she quickly covers her mouth.
“Girllll — What those texts say?! The tea is PIPING HOT! And Serena has the straw to stir it.” She laughs.
Violette: “But, you can make fake screenshots.” She shrugs.
Monsè: “Girl, I do not have time to be making fake screenshots. Vi, I really am not telling you all of this to be shady or messy. I’m coming to you women to women, I was given this information and just simply want to give you a heads up. It’s your relationship, you’re going to do what you want but I would want to know if my man was presenting himself in a certain light when I was not around.”
Valentina: “I’m going to be honest that I have heard all of this too.” She looks to Violette. “If you care to, I think it’s worth having the conversation sitting down with Jean-Luc and Bianca in the same room because somebody here is lying and I think one of them will fold.”
Violette: “I actually agree. I do want to sit down with both of them. I mean, this is a man I’m supposed to be marrying. This is all just really…unfortunate.” She glances at Monsè.
Monsè: “I promise the only thing I want out of this is for you to get to truth. I don’t want Jean Luc to make you look like a fool.”
Serena makes a loud slurping noise after she finishes her daiquiri.
Serena: “Well ladies, I think that’s enough, no? Let’s get back to relaxing! We can deal with that two-timing Jean jacket dude AFTER Sunday, okay?!”
Monsè: “You know what? Serena is right! Enough of the stupid guy talk!”
Serena: “There we go! We are all beautiful, intelligent and WEALTHY women. Let’s have fun!”
The scene fades as the ladies clink their cups together
The scene opens up with shots of a neighborhood along the coastline. The camera pans to Olivia’s house.
The scene changes to show Olivia’s rooftop balcony seating area where she is helping a man put tequila bottles on the table.
“Today I have invited Marcie and Yvonne over for a tequila tasting and some authentic Mexican cuisine in honor of Cinco De Mayo! I thought it would be nice to bring us established women together while the young Instagram model girls go out to Coachella with the drugs and such!”
Outside, we see Yvonne and Marcie arriving in a car service together. They get dropped off in her driveway and walk up to the door, ringing the bell.
Olivia: “Brandon will you grab that? It’s Yvonne and Marcie.”
Brandon: “Sure thing, babe.”
The camera follows Brandon as he goes downstairs to let the ladies in.
Marcie: “Brandon! Hey!” She gives him a hug.
Brandon: “Marcie, Yvonne — It’s great to see you both. Olivia is upstairs prepping and chatting with the tequila connoisseurs. Feel free to go on up-you ladies know your way to the upstairs balcony.”
Yvonne: “Thank you, Brandon.” She smiles.
As Marcie and Yvonne make their way upstairs, the scene switches back out to the balcony where Olivia is talking to the tequila connoisseur.
Olivia: “I hope these tequilas are good!” She picks up a bottle and examines it. “Nothing cheap, Alejandro.”
Alejandro: “Only the best, Mrs. Blake.”
Olivia: “Thanks my Lovie — “ She pauses to listen. “Oh, I hear Marcie stomping up the stairs…Marcie! Doll, pick up your feet!”
Marcie stomps even harder as her and Yvonne walk out into the balcony area.
Marcie: “Ugh whew! Long staircase! Hey y’all!”
Yvonne: “We’re here!” She goes to give Olivia a hug.
Olivia laughs.
Olivia: “Hey old hens! We aren’t young enough or hip enough to be snorting coke at Coachella like the young girls but hey — We will have a good time in Beverly Beach!”
“For the record, I’ve never done drugs but I am not judging the other girls.”
Marcie: “Apparently we’re too old to go…” She laughs and then takes a seat.
Yvonne: “I’m not looking to bash those women…except maybe Violette.” She chuckles.
Marcie: “We can still drink though at least. Cinco de Mayo style!?”
Olivia: “Yes girls! As you know I’ve invited Alejandro here to let us taste various tequilas.” She motions to Alejandro.
Alejandro: “Hello ladies! Nice to meet you all.”
Marcie: “Hi Alejandro! So, is it a tasting… or can we swallow?”
Alejandro chuckles.
Olivia: “Swallow up, girl!”
“I was a little taken aback by Marcie saying she wants to swallow. I’m not sure if she’s sexually frustrated or not but it’s clear she needs something none of us — or Alejandro — can provide.”
Olivia: “Okay! Also, Alejandro’s beautiful partner, Luisa is prepping us fresh authentic Mexican cuisine. We will have a good time!” She claps a little.
We get a small segment of Alejandro teaching Olivia, Marcie, and Yvonne about the various type of tequilas he brought. We see them trying each of them.
Olivia: “Thank you so much, Alejandro.”
Marcie: “They were all great! I’m definitely feeling it a little…” She laughs.
Alejandro: “You ladies were great! I’ll be right back up with a surprise.”
As Alejandro goes downstairs, the ‘Wives turn to eachother to chat.
Yvonne: “This view is just perfect. Thank you for having us over, Olivia.”
Olivia: “Of course! I need a good time after the ladies turned glamping trip into drama.” She rolls her eyes.
Marcie: “You know that’s always how these girls get Liv! We cannot let them get us down!”
Alejandro brings up three margaritas for the women and they thank him.
Alejandro: “Luisa’s famous watermelon basil margaritas. The food will be up shortly, enjoy.” He disappears back downstairs.
Olivia takes a sip of her margarita and sighs.
Olivia: “I’m going to be honest, I’m just so hurt by what Valentina and Monse shared regarding Weston.” She frowns.
Marcie: “Do you think it’s really true? I mean Valentina has this shit stirring reputation obviously.”
“She’s lied before, about the Jonathan situation obviously.”
Olivia: “Well, unfortunately it’s true. Valentina isn’t the first woman who has told me that I need to watch my back around Weston. It’s come to my attention that he’s trashing me to multiple people in the city. I was just at the Beach Haus with Brandon, and a waiter named Xander told me he had talked to Weston as well…”
“Weston has been a great creative director for the Blake Agency. He did great work while I lived in Los Angeles so it disappoints me that he would trash me behind my back — all because he feels he lost some power.”
Yvonne: “I have to admit, I’ve heard that you have had multiple disgruntled employees in the past, Olivia — both you and Brandon.”
The music picks up as we see Marcie’s eyes get very wide. Olivia makes a face of shock.
Yvonne: “I didn’t want to be the one to bring it up because I try not to speak about businesses.”
Olivia: “Oh?” She looks at Yvonne and then forces a laugh. “I mean obviously Weston is disgruntled that I am back at my place of business, but Brandon hasn’t even made any hires yet for his company.” She shrugs. “Guess your sources are as bad as your personal assistant. Did you fire her by the way?”
We get a shot of Marcie sipping her drink as she looks incredibly uncomfortable with the exchange.
Yvonne: “Olivia, I don’t want to sling mud with you so I’ll let you blow up on me.” She holds her hands up. “I just want the tequila and Mexican cuisine, not whatever you call this behavior.”
“I really don’t want to go there but let’s just say, Brandon not making any hires at his company is not a sign that he hasn’t employed anyone who would be upset with not receiving their pay or being spoken to in a nasty manner…similar to what Olivia just did.” She shrugs.
“I’m very perplexed by Yvonne’s behavior tonight. Why is she bringing this up? Why do you bring up baseless accusations about your friend’s livelihood just to seemingly try to paint them in a bad light? I’m a veteran. I’m not one of those young girls she bullies in the group.”
Olivia: “Anyways; back to relevant things.” She flips her hair. “I’ve made my decision as it relates to Weston…”
Marcie: “What’s the decision?”
Olivia: “I’ve decided to demote Weston. I can’t have my second in command bad mouthing me, but I have no intention in letting him out of his contract with the Bailey Agency. It’s a shame he couldn’t just respect my decision to return to the Agency as a designer. There is room at my company for many stars — I uplift my people, so this is very unfortunate.”
Yvonne and Marcie exchange a confused look before looking back to Olivia.
Marcie: “Not fired? Wait, then what does that make his role now then? An assistant?”
Olivia: “Weston will just be on the design team moving forward. He should be thankful he stills has a job. I could fire him and have him blacklisted, but that’s not who I am as a person…”
“I won’t be letting Weston go. He’s talented, and I do not want him as competition — at least not yet. He will just be one of many designers on my team. Let this be a lesson for him.
Yvonne: “That doesn’t sound like a solution to me.”
Marcie nods along in agreement.
Marcie: “Demoting Weston might only make him more upset and more mouthy.. I don’t know though.”
Olivia shrugs.
Olivia: “When he went low, I decided to go high. I’m the Michelle Obama of fashion.” She sips her margarita.
Alejandro and Luisa bring out the Mexican cuisine for the ‘Wives. The women begin eating.
Yvonne: “I’m curious. What did you two think of the glamping excursion overall?”
Olivia: “I thought Belinda did a great job, though it got a little heavy.”
Yvonne: “I was sad to learn about Violette’s ex.”
Marcie: “I felt for her in that moment, she seems to have really loved Mattias.”
Yvonne: “No wonder she’s looking for love in the wrong places, her true love was stolen from her! I really thought the psychic was alluding to him being abusive but when she said he died violently.”
Olivia: “That story was new to me; I had no idea.” She takes a bite of rice.
Marcie: “I wonder if Jean is just a placeholder.”
Olivia: “I don’t think so, Marcie. I’ve seen them outside of the group and without the cameras and I do feel there is love there despite what we’ve seen lately.”
Marcie: “Not in a bad way…just like…” She takes a bite of food. “Yum! You know she can’t get Mattias back so Jean is just like the second best option you know?”
Olivia: “We all have our own personal issues.” She shrugs and stares down Marcie.
Marcie: “And I’ve been open about mine…”
Olivia: “Right…”
“Has she though?”
Marcie: “I hope Violette chooses to be opens well as we get to know her more.”
Marcie: “Yvonne what say you? You obviously don’t like her but what about her relationship?”
Yvonne: “I think there’s something rather odd about the girl.”
“I actually like Violette personally because I’ve gotten to know her a little bit better, but I absolutely think she’s still putting on a little bit for the cameras. I can’t pin exactly what it is but the oddity in her behavior does make me think she’s got something. She’s too.. anxious and refined at the exact same time, like she’s always waiting for the pin to drop. Just my opinion though.”
Yvonne: “As for her relationship, I think she’s in the relationship for the lifestyle he can provide. I don’t even know who she is outside of her relationship, we’re just getting to know her and a psychic had to facilitate that!”
We see Olivia make a face as she finishes her margarita.
Olivia: “Hold on, Violette’s family could buy Jean-Luc’s company 20 times over. She can provide her own lifestyle.”
Yvonne: “When did you become Violette’s mouthpiece?” She raises an eyebrow at Olivia.
Olivia: “I’m not a mouth piece but I’m surprised that you became such a hater.” She turns to Marcie. “Yvonne was fine with her when the three of us and our men went golfing.” She turns back to Yvonne. “Your sudden dislike of Vi, Yvonne…is reminiscent of how you use to act in your younger years. I hope you aren’t back moving all fake like…snake behavior. Don’t go down that road again, Yvonne.”
Yvonne: “Excuse me, Olivia? I could say the same about you…you’re just as much of a backstabber as Weston. He probably learned the gift of gossip from you, you’ve done it long enough to teach a class.” She glares at Olivia.
Olivia: “Oh, give me a break!” She laughs. “Who have I backstabbed? Names please! I do know you had whoever that big burly bitch was at your wedding come to me with a lot of bullshit, Yvonne. You need to behave and act your age. You are the oldest woman in our circle — act it!”
Yvonne: “Stuff some of these refried beans in your mouth and shut up.”
“The tequila has got to flowing and I have decided to let a little off of my chest. Yvonne has been taking slight digs at me for weeks now and it’s time we address it.”
Yvonne: “You know what, if you have a problem, you should just say it. Aged hens should be better at being straightforward, what is all this beating around the bush?”
Olivia: “Clearly I’m addressing you. It’s been dig after dig with you. Are you already unhappy with Horace again? What is going on in your life that you are so miserable and your poking into my and my husbands business and Violette’s relationship. What is going on with Yvonne Langley?” She makes a face. “Let’s talk about YOU!”
Marcie looks between her two friends nervously.
Yvonne: “I simply mentioned that people have brought information to me and now I’m miserable and unhappy?”
“What exactly does Olivia have that I should be jealous of? A single-family townhome with no curtains? Give me a break!”
Yvonne: “Olivia, honey, you should mentor Monsè because you’re both stupid women who say stupid things!”
Olivia: “Classic Langley! Doesn’t want to discuss the shit that’s boiling in her own life so she has to worry about the rest of us.” She laughs. “Just old and miserable.”
Marcie: “Okay girls I think this is enough! We’re going no where! We’re hurting one another!”
Yvonne: “I’ve had enough of these childish antics. I’m out!” She gets up. “
I don’t want to go anywhere else with this wannabe Donna Karen!”
Marcie: “Stop it!”
Yvonne: “Goodnight ladies. I’d say thank you for your hospitality but all I’ve gotten is venom.”
Marcie’s jaw drops.
Olivia: “You poked the bear and the bear mauled your ass!”
Yvonne: “Get some more furniture, it’s bare out here!” She begins walking out.
Olivia: “BYE YVONNE! Next time you come to my home, try not to be a raging prude!” She waves.
As Yvonne walks back into the house, Olivia turns to Marcie.
Marcie: “What the hell just happened?!” She looks shocked.
Olivia: “Oh, I dont know. Yvonne is being difficult. let’s take more shots. I’m not worried about the old maid and her tumbling deck of cards.”
The scene fades.
We get shots of Coachella Valley. We see the multiple stages set up and the thousands of attendees.
The scene switches to show footage of Serena and her team doing Doja Cat and her backup dancer’s hair backstage and fitting them in their outfits.
We now see Doja Cat performing; Valentina, Violette, and Monsè are seen standing backstage with Serena listening to the set.
“I wasn’t wearing anything stupid or ugly to Coachella. Half of the shit I’ve seen these celebrities and Z-List nobodies at Coachella have been horrible. I mean… look at Monsè. I would never. Ever!”
As the scene transitions, we get more shots of Coachella. The shot lands on the V.I.P section where there is seating and refreshments. We see the ‘Wives show their wrist bands and be let in. They find a little seating area to settle.
Serena: “Are you ladies ready to party?” She does a little dance.
Monsè: “Yes girl!! This is so much fun already.”
Violette: “Doja’s set was amazing!”
Serena: “It was so good! I’m glad she sang Paint the Town Red. I love that song!”
Violette: “Congratulations Serena, by the way!”
Monsè: “You did an amazing job with her Serena! I should’ve known you had an eye for fashion babe.”
Serena: “Thank you ladies so much! I’ve been a fashion girl since I was a little girl. This moment means everything to me.” She grins.
Violette: “And you deserve every bit of it!”
“Serena is my kind of girl! She’s pretty, she’s a business woman, she’s got great style. She’s everything I thought Monsè was but isn’t.” She smiles. “Serena is fabulous!”
The ladies are brought a bucket full of ice and refreshments.
Serena: “Violette, since we are here- — in the light of a good girl bonding moment. I would love to hear more about Matthias. He seemed like he was really your soulmate.” She cracks open a seltzer can.
Monsè: “Yeah, that was a sweet story. So beautiful that you’ve had at least one loving relationship in your life.” She nods and smiles.
The camera pans to Violette who leans in a smile a bit.
Violette: “Oh gosh. Well, he definitely was one of my best loves if not my true love. We knew each other from when we were youngsters! I mean we grew up together and dated all through junior high and high school and even in college… and then… he was on his way home one night from class and some of these guys they uh…” She stops for a moment to take a breath. “They took him from me. I still haven’t completly gotten over it.”
Monsè gasps and covers her mouth.
Monsè: “Gosh that’s so awful. I don’t think I could ever get through something like that.”
Serena: “Wow. That story is so sad yet so beautiful. I still see the way you light up when you talk about him. I love that.”
“Mattieu was probably the love of my life. But, it’s something I will never get to ever know.” She shrugs. “ He’s gone and I’m not. I spent a very long time wondering why it happened and spent a few years in just like a deep depression, but I’ve worked on healing and I know that he is with me all the time. I truly believe that he’s my guardian angel.”
Serena: “Maybe Monsé can write a script about it! Y’all can bond over that!”
Serena and Valentina laugh as Monsè shots them both a look.
Violette: “She will have to pay a lot of money for that story!” She laughs.
The camera pans to Serena pouring shots of tequila from a bottle for the ‘Wives.
Serena: “Can we take a shot? I don’t think we’re drunk enough for Coachella.”
Valentina: “Shots! Shots! Shots! I’m trying to party! I am just having fun in the valley! It’s bringing back nostalgia.”
Serena: “Let’s do it boo!”
Serena and Valentina take their shot together and both make a face. We hear a text notification noise; Valentina pulls out her phone and makes a face.
Violette: “Is everything okay, Valentina?”
Valentina: “Yeah…uh…I just got a text from Alekos.” She looks to the group. “You’ll never believe what Olivia did to Weston…”
“Look if only these girls knew half of what Weston has told Alekos and I. These girls wouldn’t even be friends with her.”
The camera pans over the Blake Agency back in Beverly Beach. Inside of the head office, Olivia sits down behind her desk and types on her laptop.
“After my conversation with Valentina and Monsè; I am extremely disappointed and disheartened that my creative director has been talking poorly about me behind my back. I’ve asked him to come into the office for a meeting with me today.”
There is a knock on the door as the camera pans up to show Weston coming in, two cups in hand.
Weston: “What’s going on mama? I brought your favorite latte!”
Olivia: “Thank you darling, take a seat.” She turns around and nods at an empty chair.
Weston takes a seat and slides a latte towards Olivia.
Weston: “What’s going on queen?” He sips his coffee.
Olivia: “Just finalizing the upcoming line and the plans for Fashion Week. I’m thinking about asking some of my ladies to have roles in the show.”
Weston: “Oh nice, like what?”
Olivia: “Hair, makeup, maybe even walk.”
Weston: “A choice.” He raises and eyebrow and laughs. “Some of your friends can barely walk in heels. I saw Valentina recently and she almost broke her ankle trying to dance in them.”
Olivia laughs.
Olivia: “Well, maybe not her…but Weston, I asked you here today to have a conversation about some of the things you’ve shared with Valentina.”
“Weston is sitting here laughing with me, bringing me a drink, and just being downright fake. He makes this snarky comment about Valentina…the same woman he was bitching about me to. It’s gross.”
Weston: “Oh?” He shifts in his seat. “I don’t know what you mean?”
Olivia: “Well you had quite the choice words about my old ass.” She laughs. “You know, I’m disappointed Weston. You’re one of the best designers at the agency but unfortunately you’ve done one of the worst things someone can do in this industry.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “You crossed me.”
“I discovered Weston many years ago while giving a seminar for a fashion class at Kent State University for a dear friend of mine who is a Professor there. Weston was very creative and had a good eye and came highly recommended as an intern. I took a 20 year old under my wing and he’s been with me ever since. He’s an ungrateful bastard!”
Weston: “Olivia, I have no idea what’s going on.”
Olivia: “BULLSHIT. Stop lying to me. Own your behavior, Weston. How dare you, honestly. To sit up here and lie to my face makes this even worse.”
Weston: “I’m sorry, Olivia but you just don’t understand. I’ve done everything for you and kept this place running while you galavanted around the country filming America’s Next Top Model — damn near retiring in Los Angeles — and what do I get? Pulled from Paris Fashion Week?”
Olivia: “The silly thing about this, Weston — all you had to do was talk to me. I never said my line was the only line that had to be showcased. I would have loved to showcase some of your designs as they are just as much part of the Blake Agency as things designed by me.”
Weston: “I apologize, Olivia. I should have expressed my discontent to you.”
Olivia: “You’re absolutely right. I do accept your apology, however, your actions come with consequences.”
Weston: “I’m sorry? Are you firing me?”
Olivia: “No, I’m not firing you. I’m demoting you.”
Weston: “You’re kidding me.”
Olivia: “I’m not, Weston. My Creative Director cannot be trashing me out in Beverly Beach. It’s unacceptable. If the demotion bothers you, you can quit — however, I will remind you that you have signed a non-compete agreement in the event that you leave the Blake Agency.”
She pushes a contract towards him across the desk.
Olivia: “I have highlighted it there for you.” She taps the page.
“All my employees sign a non-compete agreement that states should they be terminated or choose to leave the Blake Agency, they cannot take a position or start their own company that is in direct competition with my own for a year.”
Weston: “This is evil.”
Olivia: “Your behavior was not very nice, Weston. Evil would be terminating you and sending you back to Ohio with the year long non-compete.” She smiles. “You’ll still be here and be able to do great work for the agency. Now, if you’ll excuse yourself — I have Paris Fashion Week to prepare for.”
Weston gets up and shoves the chair into the desk.
Weston: “Bitch…” He mutters.
Olivia: “That’s right. Oh and Weston, no need for you to come to Paris for the show. I’ve already cancaelled your flight. I’m going to take Esme instead.” She nods and smiles.
The episode ends as Weston walks out of Olivia’s office.
