Chapter 20 Ruthless
RUTHLESS
From the Email Correspondence of Bellamy Hart and Easton Ford
Dear Bellamy,
Really?
Easton
Dear Easton,
Did you think I’d be anything but honest?
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
I appreciate honesty. But that was character assassination, and you know it.
Easton
Dear Easton,
To quote you back to you . . . Really?
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
Fine. But at the very least I vehemently disagree with your assessment. And I want to talk to you and explain why.
Easton
Dear Easton,
We’re talking now. I’m happy to listen.
My best,
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
I’m not going to march into your studio. I’m not going to show up at your place of work and demand to know why you wrote that. I’m simply asking if we can talk in person.
And if the answer is no, I will be on my way and you will never hear from me again. I am always a gentleman even when I am a determined motherfucker.
Easton
Dear Determined Motherfucker,
Honesty is sexy. So is gentlemanliness. I’m at the gym down the block, though. Later?
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
What do you know? I’m at the warehouse on Nineteenth Street, prepping for the next party. Stop by when you’re done attacking the StairMaster. Address below.
Easton
Dear Easton,
How did you know I use the StairMaster?
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
It’s the most attackable piece of cardio. Ergo, perfect for you.
Easton
Dear Easton,
Touché. I’ll cut my workout short. See you in forty minutes.
Bellamy