Fife came back well past midnight last night. Tail between his legs and his hand bandaged. He got in the car intending on driving to the cottage when he realised how much his hand hurt, he could barely grip the steering wheel, and was turning purple and swelling up. (His hand was turning purple and swelling up, not the steering wheel.) Fife made a pit stop at Ninewells, and after x-rays and waiting for hours to see a doctor, he discovered that when he punched the wall he broke two of his fingers. (Luckily he’s right handed but punches left. Stupid twit.)
I’d cooled down quite a bit by the time he returned, and I’ll admit that I was the first one to say ‘sorry’, and I truly was. He had big news, great news. He’s been wanting to change genres for ages, and when it finally happened I stomped all over it. He asked why I reacted the way I did, and I told him about the Agency closing. I’d taken my frustrations out on him.
He then apologised for over reacting and punching the wall, he then explained why he hasn’t signed he divorce papers. ‘[Helen] wants to buy me out of the house,’ he said.
To which I responded, ‘Good. Let her.’
Unfortunately it’s not that easy. Helen wants to buy him out for much less than half, because she’s argued that she’s put more money into the house than Fife has. But Fife’s argument is that his time has gone into the house, not to mention he can’t buy another place for the small amount of money she wants to give him. So, he’s suggesting that they sell it and divide the money in half, or she buy him out at half.
And, because she can’t remarry until he signs the divorce papers, he’s withholding divorce until she raises the amount she’ll pay for the house. He then added, ‘She’s lucky I don’t come after her for the London flat. But, since she’s not trying to get the cottage, I’ll let her have the flat in Knightsbridge.’
‘Fucking hell. She’s got a flat in Knightsbridge. My god, she must be loaded,’ I thought. No wonder Fife is holding out for more money.
Fife and I laid in bed last night hashing things out. I told him that part of the reason Loraine is closing the agency is because of all the extra work she’s required to do now – the stuff publishers used to do. The stuff that Fife is having his agent do. Fife said he never realised the liberties he was taking, and agreed that he’d make more of an effort to do his own rewrites.
I also told him that Loraine said I could have part of the commissions coming in. Fife thinks I should get all of the commission on Conspiracy’s book, since I’m the one who promoted it, but I’m happy to give half to Loraine. She really needs the cash.
Fife also suggested that I take Posh’s suggestion and call her mum, to see if I can sell a novel’s film rights. Perhaps she’d be interested in Conspiracy’s book, since that’s the book I’ve been working on so closely. I said I’d have a think about it.
Yeah, Posh has given me a great in, and I should take advantage. But I know nothing about selling film rights, and there’s no one in the office who’s terribly familiar with it either. But then again, what do I have to lose?
Well, I’d better get going. I’m in the office early and I can hear Loraine and Philip scooting around upstairs. She’ll be down soon and I’ve got an Agency to save.