Post by Astrid Samson on Aug 23, 2018 12:34:10 GMT -8
As usual, the sun was bright and the air was stifling hot in Southern California when the scene opened up in the lobby of Iconic Sports Management’s office. Astrid Sedin pushed open the glass downs and walked up towards the receptionists desk with her black designer sunglasses still on her face and dressed in her usual outfit of black cropped leggings and a flowing tank top. In her right hand she held a bag from Chipotle as her rose patterned Michael Kors satchel was slung in her left elbow.
Receptionist: Good afternoon Ms. Sedin.
Astrid was about halfway around the desk when she stopped dead in her tracks, pulling her sunglasses down her down her nose to make direct eye contact with the young woman.
Astrid Sedin: It’s MRS. SAMSON. What is it with you and not reading your memos?
Rolling her eyes, Astrid pushed her sunglasses up her nose as she shook her head and made her way towards Joshua’s office. When she came face to face with his assistant Linda, she pushes the glasses onto the top of her head, allowing it to hold her bright blonde hair back.
Assistant Linda: He’s busy right now. I can’t let you in to see him just yet.
Astrid Sedin: You seem to forget that I don’t really care. Besides, he’s expecting me and gave me explicit instructions to go into his office and wait for him to get off his call.
Assistant Linda: He… he didn’t tell me that.
Astrid Sedin: I guess he doesn’t tell you everything after all.
Astrid smirks and gives Linda a cocky wave as she strides past her and pushes open the door to Joshua’s office. He notices her the moment the door opens and smiles slightly, pointing to the chair in front of his desk as he keeps talking on the phone. And for once, Astrid patiently waits for him instead of huffing until he couldn’t help but divert his attention to her. So as she sips on her Starbucks beverage and glances up at her husband a few times, Astrid just plays Candy Crush on her phone as she waits.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: That’s fine, fine. Let’s get on that as soon as possible. Just call me back when it’s done. Talk to you soon.
Hanging up the phone, he gives his full attention to his wife.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Astrid…
Astrid Sedin: Joshua…
She put her phone back in her purse and nudge it back, out of eyeshot.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Came in to study after all?
Astrid Sedin: Well I was already planning on going to the gym so I figured… why not. Besides, I know you said you didn’t want it but I bought Chipotle anyway. You can stick it in your fridge or something for a later time.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Cool. I’ll have Linda put it away.
Astrid Sedin: So… what’s up? How’s it going?
Astrid tried to smirk a bit, knowing that she was in trouble. It was like going to the principal's office. Picking up an ink pen, Samson begins to click it.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: It’s going. You know business is business.
Astrid Sedin: You seemed pretty pissed and you said that you wanted to talk. Soo… here I am. I will be the first one to admit that I was wrong… what were we arguing about? Oh yeah Metal… yeah… I’m over it.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m not pissed at all, Astrid. I’m just tired of the incessant moaning. I understand how Metal was but like I said it’s just a tag team match on a freakin’ house show.
Astrid Sedin: You should know me by now after 18 months of knowing who I am and what I stand for… even more so now that we’re married. You know MORE THAN ANYONE that I hate losing. Winning means everything to me as it does any wrestler… regardless of it’s a pay per view or a house show.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Of course it does. Knowing the mindset of wrestlers is at the heart of my business. But at the same time YOU know none of it matters. Cry about it, grieve about it, and then let it go. Two hours tops.
Astrid Sedin: Well… I was kind of left alone and I had nobody to talk to. Sure I was tense right after it happened but when I was ready to calm down and talk, you were gone… Jazzy is out and about… I didn’t have anybody to talk to and my messed up brain thought the worse. Especially after all that’s happened lately… everything that’s happened over the past few months… I’m stressed to the max. I’ve never been in this position before an it’s all a new adjustment for me.
He slightly rocks back and forth in his black executive leather chair, still clicking the ink pen.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m tired of the mood swings, the explosions, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: You’re acting like I can control it. I try to keep it down but it’s not easy. And the longer I hold it in… the worse that it becomes. I’m not blaming anything in particular, but ever since the whole thing with your ex-wife, it’s been so hard… like harder than ever. So that’s why I drank all the time. And since I’ve stopped drinking, it’s hard as hell all over again.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Have you still been keeping your appointments?
Astrid Sedin: I’ve been trying to get one for weeks. It’s not easy getting in to see a therapist, much like it’s difficult to see your OB/GYN. I really don’t want to have to find a new one but I might have to do that.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Might shouldn’t be the word, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: This one helped me with the KJ bit and she went on a short sabbatical. If I can’t get in to see her or at least schedule an appointment by the end of next week I’m going to start looking for one. I like this one and I don’t want to start off with someone new.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Maybe I should give her office a call?
Astrid Sedin: I left a message with her receptionist on my way here. I should hear back from her right after lunch time.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Let’s hope that you do.
Astrid tapped her fingers a little bit.
Astrid Sedin: So is there anything else you want to talk about? Like what we’re doing for dinner or something? Maybe we should schedule a couples massage or something.
She smiled a little bit as she tucked a section of her hair behind her ear.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: So it’s that easy to switch gears to you, huh?
Astrid Sedin: I known that you’re busy today and I don’t want to leave things on a sour note for a couple hours until we leave. And no… it’s not really easy.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Well you sure in the hell like it is. I’m not you, Astrid. I just can’t keep glossing over this bull. I just can’t...I won’t.
Astrid Sedin: Then what else do you want to talk about in regards to it. I can’t read your mind Joshua. I’m trying to see my therapist, she’s busy as hell getting her old clients on a schedule and I just so happening to be one of them with conflicting schedules. I’m stressed out with everything and I am trying to stay away from my vice and be healthier.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Right.
He clicks the pen one last time and sits forward onto his desk.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I have a lot of work to do here, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: And look who’s trying to change the subject now. I said I knew you were busy and want to let you get back to work. But I want to leave on a better note so that I’m not stewing in the office with my brain all over the place.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m not sure there is a “better note,” Astrid. Sometime it is what it is.
Astrid Sedin: I get that but my brain… will start turning the MOMENT I leave this office. So I need to leave this room with a brain calm and that won’t be running a million miles a minute. So dinner is the topic… shall I cook when we get home or do you want to pick something up or stop somewhere on the way back? Please… help me.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’ll let you know. Right now, food is the furthest from my mind.
Astrid Sedin: So you don’t hate me?
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Of course I don’t hate you, Astrid. I love you. You’re my wife.
She got up from her seat and walked around to the back of his desk and sat on his lap.
Astrid Sedin: So it’s OK that I do this right now?
Astrid kissed his neck.
Astrid Sedin: And this?
She stopped herself.
Astrid Sedin: I should let you get back to work.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Uh...yeah, you should.
Astrid Sedin: Are you sure?
She smirks a little bit as she caresses the side of his face.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m positive, Astrid. You should really get some studying in and I have to prep for a meeting I have in a few.
Astrid Sedin: OK… I’ll go but feel free to stop by my office.
Smiling, she kisses him on the lips before going to gather her stuff. She pulls his Chipotle from the bag and puts it on his desk. Heading for the door, she stops before opening it.
Astrid Sedin: You look good behind that desk and that suit… you look dashing. The woman who picked that out has good taste.
Samson seems to force a smile.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Thank you, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: Since when do you call me Astrid unless you’re yelling at me? Poo… anyway please swing by later. I could use some company.
She smiles.
Astrid Sedin: Love you Josh.
He simply nods before turning his attention to the paperwork scattered about his desk. She frowns a little bit before opening the door.
Astrid Sedin: I’ll drive you home later. I’m just gonna wait in the office for when you’re ready.
Stepping through the door, she carefully closes it behind her and turns down the hall towards her own office/study space as the scene comes to an end.
Joshua Samson, Esquire
Receptionist: Good afternoon Ms. Sedin.
Astrid was about halfway around the desk when she stopped dead in her tracks, pulling her sunglasses down her down her nose to make direct eye contact with the young woman.
Astrid Sedin: It’s MRS. SAMSON. What is it with you and not reading your memos?
Rolling her eyes, Astrid pushed her sunglasses up her nose as she shook her head and made her way towards Joshua’s office. When she came face to face with his assistant Linda, she pushes the glasses onto the top of her head, allowing it to hold her bright blonde hair back.
Assistant Linda: He’s busy right now. I can’t let you in to see him just yet.
Astrid Sedin: You seem to forget that I don’t really care. Besides, he’s expecting me and gave me explicit instructions to go into his office and wait for him to get off his call.
Assistant Linda: He… he didn’t tell me that.
Astrid Sedin: I guess he doesn’t tell you everything after all.
Astrid smirks and gives Linda a cocky wave as she strides past her and pushes open the door to Joshua’s office. He notices her the moment the door opens and smiles slightly, pointing to the chair in front of his desk as he keeps talking on the phone. And for once, Astrid patiently waits for him instead of huffing until he couldn’t help but divert his attention to her. So as she sips on her Starbucks beverage and glances up at her husband a few times, Astrid just plays Candy Crush on her phone as she waits.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: That’s fine, fine. Let’s get on that as soon as possible. Just call me back when it’s done. Talk to you soon.
Hanging up the phone, he gives his full attention to his wife.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Astrid…
Astrid Sedin: Joshua…
She put her phone back in her purse and nudge it back, out of eyeshot.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Came in to study after all?
Astrid Sedin: Well I was already planning on going to the gym so I figured… why not. Besides, I know you said you didn’t want it but I bought Chipotle anyway. You can stick it in your fridge or something for a later time.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Cool. I’ll have Linda put it away.
Astrid Sedin: So… what’s up? How’s it going?
Astrid tried to smirk a bit, knowing that she was in trouble. It was like going to the principal's office. Picking up an ink pen, Samson begins to click it.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: It’s going. You know business is business.
Astrid Sedin: You seemed pretty pissed and you said that you wanted to talk. Soo… here I am. I will be the first one to admit that I was wrong… what were we arguing about? Oh yeah Metal… yeah… I’m over it.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m not pissed at all, Astrid. I’m just tired of the incessant moaning. I understand how Metal was but like I said it’s just a tag team match on a freakin’ house show.
Astrid Sedin: You should know me by now after 18 months of knowing who I am and what I stand for… even more so now that we’re married. You know MORE THAN ANYONE that I hate losing. Winning means everything to me as it does any wrestler… regardless of it’s a pay per view or a house show.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Of course it does. Knowing the mindset of wrestlers is at the heart of my business. But at the same time YOU know none of it matters. Cry about it, grieve about it, and then let it go. Two hours tops.
Astrid Sedin: Well… I was kind of left alone and I had nobody to talk to. Sure I was tense right after it happened but when I was ready to calm down and talk, you were gone… Jazzy is out and about… I didn’t have anybody to talk to and my messed up brain thought the worse. Especially after all that’s happened lately… everything that’s happened over the past few months… I’m stressed to the max. I’ve never been in this position before an it’s all a new adjustment for me.
He slightly rocks back and forth in his black executive leather chair, still clicking the ink pen.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m tired of the mood swings, the explosions, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: You’re acting like I can control it. I try to keep it down but it’s not easy. And the longer I hold it in… the worse that it becomes. I’m not blaming anything in particular, but ever since the whole thing with your ex-wife, it’s been so hard… like harder than ever. So that’s why I drank all the time. And since I’ve stopped drinking, it’s hard as hell all over again.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Have you still been keeping your appointments?
Astrid Sedin: I’ve been trying to get one for weeks. It’s not easy getting in to see a therapist, much like it’s difficult to see your OB/GYN. I really don’t want to have to find a new one but I might have to do that.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Might shouldn’t be the word, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: This one helped me with the KJ bit and she went on a short sabbatical. If I can’t get in to see her or at least schedule an appointment by the end of next week I’m going to start looking for one. I like this one and I don’t want to start off with someone new.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Maybe I should give her office a call?
Astrid Sedin: I left a message with her receptionist on my way here. I should hear back from her right after lunch time.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Let’s hope that you do.
Astrid tapped her fingers a little bit.
Astrid Sedin: So is there anything else you want to talk about? Like what we’re doing for dinner or something? Maybe we should schedule a couples massage or something.
She smiled a little bit as she tucked a section of her hair behind her ear.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: So it’s that easy to switch gears to you, huh?
Astrid Sedin: I known that you’re busy today and I don’t want to leave things on a sour note for a couple hours until we leave. And no… it’s not really easy.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Well you sure in the hell like it is. I’m not you, Astrid. I just can’t keep glossing over this bull. I just can’t...I won’t.
Astrid Sedin: Then what else do you want to talk about in regards to it. I can’t read your mind Joshua. I’m trying to see my therapist, she’s busy as hell getting her old clients on a schedule and I just so happening to be one of them with conflicting schedules. I’m stressed out with everything and I am trying to stay away from my vice and be healthier.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Right.
He clicks the pen one last time and sits forward onto his desk.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I have a lot of work to do here, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: And look who’s trying to change the subject now. I said I knew you were busy and want to let you get back to work. But I want to leave on a better note so that I’m not stewing in the office with my brain all over the place.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m not sure there is a “better note,” Astrid. Sometime it is what it is.
Astrid Sedin: I get that but my brain… will start turning the MOMENT I leave this office. So I need to leave this room with a brain calm and that won’t be running a million miles a minute. So dinner is the topic… shall I cook when we get home or do you want to pick something up or stop somewhere on the way back? Please… help me.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’ll let you know. Right now, food is the furthest from my mind.
Astrid Sedin: So you don’t hate me?
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Of course I don’t hate you, Astrid. I love you. You’re my wife.
She got up from her seat and walked around to the back of his desk and sat on his lap.
Astrid Sedin: So it’s OK that I do this right now?
Astrid kissed his neck.
Astrid Sedin: And this?
She stopped herself.
Astrid Sedin: I should let you get back to work.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Uh...yeah, you should.
Astrid Sedin: Are you sure?
She smirks a little bit as she caresses the side of his face.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m positive, Astrid. You should really get some studying in and I have to prep for a meeting I have in a few.
Astrid Sedin: OK… I’ll go but feel free to stop by my office.
Smiling, she kisses him on the lips before going to gather her stuff. She pulls his Chipotle from the bag and puts it on his desk. Heading for the door, she stops before opening it.
Astrid Sedin: You look good behind that desk and that suit… you look dashing. The woman who picked that out has good taste.
Samson seems to force a smile.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Thank you, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: Since when do you call me Astrid unless you’re yelling at me? Poo… anyway please swing by later. I could use some company.
She smiles.
Astrid Sedin: Love you Josh.
He simply nods before turning his attention to the paperwork scattered about his desk. She frowns a little bit before opening the door.
Astrid Sedin: I’ll drive you home later. I’m just gonna wait in the office for when you’re ready.
Stepping through the door, she carefully closes it behind her and turns down the hall towards her own office/study space as the scene comes to an end.
Joshua Samson, Esquire
